A Tryst With Destiny Date:   Saturday , January 01, 2000 Long years ago, programmers made a tryst with the New Millennium, And now the time comes when they shall redeem their folly, Not wholly or in full measure, but very frantically. At the stroke of the midnight hour, on New Year's Eve, As the world parties, our Y2K programmer sleeps - Tired of fixing the Bug right till the end. A moment comes, which comes but only once in a lifetime, When computers try to go back in time. When a Millennium ends, and a Bug long suppressed, Awakes to life and freedom.