Who's Network-king ? (where T is TCP Transmission Control Protocol and U is User Datagram protocol)

 

OSI layer 5 held it's annual election,

Which teacher had made the best connection?

Packets and packets they reviewed feedback,

To crown network-king of the protocol stack.

T's students said T was very reliable,

A luxury U thought wasn't truly viable.

His students said he went too fast,

and made no connection beyond class to last.

U's kids said he goes on and on,

to the disordered mind all was gone.

Some complained T was too slow,

but things were better understood in flow.

T really cared if his students understand,

every student raises an acknowledging hand.

An orderly fellow,he checks their errors,

but his bigheadedness gave the network terrors.

(Header of TCP is 20 bytes while size of UDP header is 8 bytes)

U keeps switching,he's always on call,

who believes good things come in packets small.

A man of hi-fives ,handshakes long past,

Making the best effort,isn't one to broadcast.

Traffic and congestion,there was a huge turnout,

As everyone wondered for whom to route.

IP then intervened, aren't we all a team ?

Each one a master of his own stream.

A Family Function - A get-together of some programming languages

To these functions you see,you’re invited by reference,

where every paradigm with style competes for reverence.

Families of languages they meet up every while,

A social protocol such,languages had to compile ;)

C’s the older member,but still in good structure,

always vary of his descendant’s objectifying nature.

C++ he solves, the real problems of the masses,

and bridging the gaps between the seeming classes.

Mr and Mrs Java ,spoke the language of the generation,

felt no sense of belonging,with their constant relocation.

Their daughter scorned,a future without a pointer cue,

for she wasn't allowed to inherit from parents two.//Multiple inheritance not allowed in java

Their daughter married off with XML apptly,

who’s cousin HTML played tag “You’re IT” ;)//Information Technology

Judging by looks these two, data they represent,

never worrying about work,they’d always be content ;)

Exceptional handling by Cpp as the function goes on,

when he see’s the hashing python, ++ forlorn.

Python’s into imports; he’s new in the business market,

his face easy to read,he’s not conforming to a bracket.

You know these family functions,they're oh so syn-taxing,

the constant translations,the conversations get vexing.

They pretend to know all,are subject to interpretation,

Once home,their own IDE calls for their attention.

Number Games

Decimal:    Your honour,today we must insist,

                 Punish the traitor in our midst .

                 One of us,they've gone on to start ,

                 Their own system,bases apart.

Binary  :     My lord,zero they called an unnatural one,

                 One too many thought he'd amount to none.

                 When placed higher,one's proved true,

                 The added advantage of the power of two.

Decimal:     True to our name,we sat to mull,

                  has our bigger base come to amount to null?

                  The remaining 8,don't we also amount ?

                  We ask,how can anyone upon you count ?

 Binary :     Lost among many,we made them a hero,

                 Isn't life about being the one or a zero ?

                 The need of the  hour with the IT scene,

                 when people talk more with a machine.

Decimal:    Put one and one together and there's one to carry,

                 No sign of negative numbers in their system binary.

                 In a world so grey,they're black and white ,

                 Have they bit off more than they can byte?

                 

Binary :     In a world  today where values are dying,

                Hanging on a string,every bit we're trying.

                We teach a lesson that in life holds true,

                Even negatives are complementary two.

Judge :    After contemplating and hearing your case,

               And  even with all  the problems you face,

               I'll ask a question to show you your place,

               Without each other can you write your own base ?

From wall-clocks to alarm clocks to alarm watches Is the world going Clocks-wise ?

Walls were built to withstand time,

Welcoming the future with a merry chime.

Helping hands that sweep their way,

Reminding;either side time can sway.

The age such,we looked up to time,

Today the prodigal of us spend like a dime.

Life today all a number game,

Are the rich and the poor's time worth the same?

The alarm clocks keep vigil as you sleep,

For aren't they the ones with promises to keep?

The alarming signs of a passing deadline,

The gullible pushing buttons seemingly benign.

Taking seconds helping,losing gold,

Young blood's turning prematurely old;

Work winning over dreams,a nine to five,

When we could get there faster,we lost the drive.

And as we wore time on our hands,

telling pasts and futures of distant lands;

The cuckoo flew off without strife,

To wake up someone who doesn't sleepwalk through life.

The hi-tech watches,today oh-so-smart 

Shedding light on time,it can stop to start;

But to its wake-up calls we've failed to rise,

Is the world going clocks-wise or anticlocks-wise?

Killing Time

Afternoon siesta,a little after four,

I woke up to a knock on my door.

Too busy to care who it would be,

I opened to find him staring at me.

He barged in as if my room was his,

just when I thought something's amiss,

He bellowed "Miss,You're under arrest"

I scowled,"Oh i have no time for this jest".

But when he took out those cuffs,

My mind whirred for some rebuffs;

"Surely Sir there's been a mistake,

For i don't have the time for even rules to break".

I thought long hard for what I'd messed,

"Pray tell me what charges are pressed".

"Such audacity" he says,"You ask about your crime!

Ofcourse you're guilty of killing time !"

"Hands where I can see them" angrily he says,

my smartphone falls;open Facebook stares.

"That's one of the culprits" he says visibly riled,

"I have them all here,neatly filed".

Youtube videos of cute babies and cats,

Insta updates,stories snapchats.

"Oh what must I wear today?"

"If he says that,would could I say ?"

Strong connections with something remote,

Long late night chats to emote.

Songs to hatred that you repeat,

Group chats that make plans to meet.

The whatsapp statuses to show creativity,

Likes and shares,your Facebook activity.

Filter choice,a matching caption,

"Why did Zahn leave one direction ?"

A good selfie,a better edit,

Fan fiction on Tumblr and Reddit.

The three accounts you check for mail,

"I don't need that but there's a sale".

"Hey come back your clan needs a leader",

That book you read thrice,you avid reader.

I begged "Oh you can stop I got the gist,

I must say that's quite the list".

And as I was filled with such dread,

I joined my hands and pleaded.

He felt sorry,gave me some time,

said "Waste not Miss,your age is prime".

I'll start from tomorrow,why waste today,

I must tweet about this right away !

Which is the best data structure of them all ?

 The compilers came when they were called,
 for a reference had to be resolved.
 A committee was formed for them to find,
 which data structure was one of a kind.

 The array they thought a "homo-genius" hero,
 Array-Bhatta himself knew the importance of zero.
 But after his 'continuous demands' to them it dawned,
 When they give him more space,they'd be conned.

 The linked list's head was in the right place,
 But a clumsy fellow who took any available space.
 Leaving directions for them to mull,
 They asked "What's the point if it all points to null?"

 My toppers come last says weird Mr stack,
 What if he pops our bubble and gives us back?
 To push it on him they felt loath,
 they thought,"is having no priorities ever growth?"

 The uprooted trees in a world so sparse,
 They play games,decide and our words they parse.
 For work-life balance it often grieves,
 and does bottom's up when child leaves.

 The sorted heap says it makes no waste,
 But they felt decisions aren't made in haste.
 Queue points it's index finger,data's easy to find,
 but he puts down what's on top of their mind.

 They scratched their heads to devise a test,
 to find which data structure was the best.
 At last they decided they're all at par,
 for all of them are born under the star (* )

The time-traveller's wife

Oh,did you hear of the strife?
She told me herself,the time traveller's wife.
Their connection strong,but such was fate,
A counsellor was called to abate.

She said when he travelled to the past,
She felt it wasn't going to last.
For he'd return weary with heavy bags,
She's brace herself for his jetlags.

And god forbid when the future called,
She'd never want to get involved.
For she wasn't one for roller-coaster rides,
But he thought a good wife always abides,

He'd race ahead,expect her to cope,
She'd beat herself up to sit and mope.
And when he called,she wouldn't put up a fight,
But braved herself for turbulence in flight.

He took her away to show how things could be,
She filled with melancholy,only wanted to flee.
And when they flew to time long gone,
She'd wonder how they'd ever moved on.

His future riddles gave her such stress,
She's burn and burn and live less and less.
When he skipped off,she'd take the blows,
But he asked,isn't marriage about the highs and lows?

It wasn't the case that he cared not,
and hence a counsellor was sought.
He who suggested he give her the PRESENT,
What the MIND can give and the HEART won't resent.