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SAP/ABAP Motivation

A combination of some/all of the following factors could be motivation enough for me to put my heart in SAP/ABAP for a year:
  1. Winning the Nobel Prize for ABAP coding, 2006.
  2. Aishwarya Rai/ Heather Graham marrying me.
  3. Osama bin Laden reading Bhagavad Gita and converting to Christianity.
  4. All the world's mosquitoes & cockroaches going extinct.
  5. Microsoft embracing Linux/Open Source and offering to nurture the operating system.


saurabh said…
I know whats goin on here. this guy keeps posting controversial things so that we keep coming back to post our comments and thereby increasing the number of hits.
Deepanjan said…
Yeah, the hits help me in the race for next year's Nobel Prize!
Anonymous said…
Hey, what were the results of your altercation with Rob. Should we consider this as a stalemate?

I sure hope you and Rob patch up.
Deepanjan said…
Who had the alteration?
Anonymous said…
Good to see that one side has pacified. I hope the other side follows suit.

By the way Deep, don't you expect me to mitigate my detestation towards you.
Deepanjan said…
Sameera, U misread us completely. There was never any 'altercation' between me and Rob.
My page is open to ideas and opinions from all and sundry. I won't moderate what's posted here simply because I don't agree with a certain school of thought. Rob is free to speak his mind here without fearing my censoring his views.
Sam, my expectations from u r rather low! How do u expect me to expect u to mitigate your detestation towards me? That, my friend, would call for a herculian effort from u. Are u capable of scaling such dizzy heights? I don't think so!
Anonymous said…
Mosquitoes and cockroaches perishing?! chance.
Anonymous said…
Deep getting a Nobel Prize or marrying Aishwarya Rai!!

Man, he should be incarcerated for even dreaming on those lines.
Vivek said…
Fat chance! For any of the 5.

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