Breaking up, kinda
There are those who believe that comparing any two programming languages are what dumbfucks do. And then there are those for whom their programming language of choice is their religion. Further, there are confused folks like myself who can’t decide which camp they belong to—or if there’s any other camp they could belong to.

When little languages grow, eventually, the community that led to—that fought for—its growth dies. There still is a community—but it’s no longer niche. It feels good to be part of a niche community, a community whose function is to kill itself—by way of growing to an extent where it cannot sustain itself. The original community—the niche community—that started it all, that’s (in some probability) part of the (now) much larger, loosely coupled community tries to find niche in subtleties. Being niche after growth is an impossible proposition. The verve for evangelism is no longer what it used to be—perhaps because it’s no longer required. The community is big. The community is dead.

One of the many things that come gratis with a human being is the prerogative to choose. True, choice can be influenced by others—but it cannot be made by others. Python has grown to an extent where it no longer requires Yet Another Evangelist. It requires educators, yes. I choose to no longer evangelize about Python. This, however, does not mean that I’ll have nothing to do with Python. I am—at the moment, at least for some time to come—very much part of BangPypers—and will speak on topics that interest me.

One other nice thing about being a human being is that (some of us) can be fickle—we can change decisions at a snap (just like some others make firm decisions at a snap)—without remorse, at times. (Remorse is involuntary, unfortunately, else we could even choose that—to be remorseful or not.) Feel free to influence my decision. The choice I make remains mine, of course.

I am very much in love with Ruby. One always hopes to fall in love only once—but when you have fallen in love in the past and are no longer in love, you cannot make promises about how long your love for the New Person In Your Life will last. So, there, I make no promises.

There’s only so much one can do in life.