Description: The period dates back to 1990-2001 (12 years). The world of software then looked unreal to the common people of India - full of myths, queer, virtual, yet a pathway to pleasure and comfort. To the external world, it was already an esteemed profession. They could sense, the software would thrive. They could also comprehend that India, transcending the periphery of spirituality, was fast becoming the residence of a huge worthy working class, a monster in the making. It was no longer only a haven for the aged religious mass but also graduating to a workplace of spirited youth. To the software workers, how was the profession ? It was once commonly said, failed writers take to journalism. Likewise, the best of the best students did not adorn the software. Rather, the second and third ranks were destined to rake the occupation. Their flight was sparkling nonetheless. This was the time when software had not become IT. Here enters the author - in Kolkata. The cultural capital was not even on the software delineation till such time. There begins the fun. The genial writer, pickled in love for people, essays his experience with the populace, software, and travel. The reader may look for an incessant flow of anecdotes in crispy Bengali 'Adda' style - some humorous, some satirical, some scaring, some scurrying.

In all likelihood, this book is the first attempt to portray the history of IT in Bengali.