Klifornia-Di-Hotul

On a lighter note to celebrate the article in the Danish IT magazine here is a song.

Hum to the tune of Hotel California by Eagles!


HOTEL CALIFORNIA... SUNNYVALE!


On a dark crowded highway
Brylcreem in my hair
Warm smell of parathas
Rising up through the air
Up ahead in the distance
I saw a shimmering light
My eyes grew heavy and my head grew light
I had to stop for the night
There they stood in the doorway
They were desis you could tell
I got out fearfully
Saying this will surely be hell
All around us were buildings
Sun, SGI and Dell
I slowly unloaded my things
In the shadows of Intel
And still those parking lots were full of Hondas
Waiting up in the middle of the night
To be driven home by programmers
Welcome to the town of Sunnyvale
Such a desi place, such a crazy place
We're livin' it up in the town of Sunnyvale
Such a nice surprise, so many people with no lives
My heartstrings were twisted
I wanted to feel at home
Where thousands of desis existed
And no white man dared roam
Sambar stains on the ceilings
Mango lassis on ice
Sit and watch the paint peeling
Or make daal and boil rice
But my mind revolted
At the very thought
I grabbed my bag and bolted
I'd escape no matter what
And still those voices are calling from far away
Wake you up in the middle of the night
I can hear them say
Welcome to the town of Sunnyvale
Such a desi place, such a crazy place
We're livin' it up in the town of Sunnyvale
Such a nice surprise, so many people with no lives
I wake up in a cold sweat
Thank god it was a dream
There is no need to fret
I still live in Marin
Oh, I still live in Mariiiiiiin

(Author unknown)