Back in the day when I was part of a large development team, one of my co-workers who was not having much work for a couple of weeks (incidentally, those who know him know well that he has had this lucky streak for years now) decided to borrow a book from the library. The book was called “How Tomcat Works?“; evidently technical in nature, and not for a lay audience anyway, lay being defined as the kind that has had a few years of hands-on experience in server-side technologies.
Now, we had a senior person on our team who was known to embellish his abilities and achievements. For this reason, he was frequently the object of water-cooler, or rather, coffee-vending-machine talk. Now, my friend had a question to ask of this person, and so he invited the latter to his cubicle.
Upon seeing the aforementioned book, the senior person said, “How Tomcat Works. Hmmm, why do you need such a book when you have a Tomcat architect in the team?”
My friend turned around and asked in as earnest a tone as possible, “Who?”
Those in earshot were in splits. And trying very hard (and some, rather unsuccessfully) to not break into a Hillary-esque ear-splitting, stomach-curdling, puke-inducing laughter. The senior person probably failed to sense the irony in my friend’s question, else he wouldn’t have responded, “Why, it’s me.”
Moral of story: “பொய் சொன்னாலும் பொருந்த சொல்லணும்.” (Lie, but convincingly.)
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