I pay my phone bills online. But this time I forgot my account's password. So I clicked on the forgot password and I received two short codes, one through sms and the other one thru' email. Once I confirmed both, I was shown a create new password page. Life's good so far. I tried to enter some password.
Attempt 1: xxx
Site: Your password should have atleast one special character
Attempt 2: xxx
Site: Your password should have atleast one number
Attempt 3: xxx
Site: Your password should have atleast 8 characters
Attemp4 : xxx
Site: Your password should have atleast one Capital Letter
Attempt 5: xxx
Site: Your password cannot be the same as previous five passwords!!!!!!
Seriously, by now I was so totally out of passwords.
This time I followed my heart.
Attempt 6: xxx -- Seemed like Success
But ..
.
.
Internal Server Error.
The Website is under maintenance. Please try again.
I finally created a new password that I can never forget. It's close to what I felt.
W. T. F!!!
Tuesday, March 22, 2011
Wednesday, February 16, 2011
Mumbai Diaries - Part 1
"Dude I told you!! We should have gone to the beach. I know you suck, never knew you suck this much!!!" Reddy shouted at me for making his evening not worthy to remember.
I said. "I was just trying to .. "
"No Stop. In the first place you made me come over without having enough break. And then this. Ah .. forget it !!! "
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15 Hours Earlier
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"Vashi .. "
"Vashi , utharne vaala koi hai ?? ", a boy shouted from the front door.
I woke up suddenly disturbed by his cry. I turned to the window to look outside. The sight was beautiful. It was raining, quite greenly and people outside were in a hurry to reach their destinations.
Some of them were holding umbrellas and wore backpack to the front. I wondered if in that case why bother wearing a "back"pack at all. Then something in me reminded that I am actually in Mumbai now, Ah! Finally. I waited too long to come to Mumbai. It's been a year since I got placed in college. Generally, we get placed a year before we graduate at IISc. Thoughts of how I would fare in my job rushed into my head. It made me a little nervous, especially after having a rough time at college.
The bus stopped again. This time the boy from the door shouted, "Sion! Sion!! Sion aa gaya hai, last stop!!"
I reluctantly took my bag and told Reddy, "Let's go!"
Reddy was my classmate at IISc. Though we both know each other, we never were real buddies in college. We were good friends. I gotta tell you, in college you never get placed with your best friends in the same company.
Reddy was pretty disgusted by the sight.
"It's raining. How are we going to carry our stuff? " he said annoyingly.
I said taking a taxi would be the world's best idea. He gave me a dirty look. I tried to ignore his look and got down lazily. Rain started pouring heavily as if it was waiting for a signal to come in full swing. Before I could get any feel for the new city I noticed that my bag is missing. It struck like thunder. I looked around and there's a guy who was carrying my bag and threw it in his taxi. I followed him and had to literally snatch my bag back. This guy then asks me , "kaha jaana hai bhai ?"
I said, " I don't want a taxi".
Reddy in the mean time was trying hard to handle the mob of taxi drivers. I came back to Reddy, he really needed some help. One the taxi drivers learned that we speak Telugu. He was the scariest of those drivers. He was tall, extremely dark and his shoulders reminded me of "The Incredible Hulk".
He said, "Haa, Telugu. You from Andhra. Me Tamil. Neighbor states. Get in my taxi !!!"
... to be continued.
I said. "I was just trying to .. "
"No Stop. In the first place you made me come over without having enough break. And then this. Ah .. forget it !!! "
------------------------------------------------
15 Hours Earlier
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"Vashi .. "
"Vashi , utharne vaala koi hai ?? ", a boy shouted from the front door.
I woke up suddenly disturbed by his cry. I turned to the window to look outside. The sight was beautiful. It was raining, quite greenly and people outside were in a hurry to reach their destinations.
Some of them were holding umbrellas and wore backpack to the front. I wondered if in that case why bother wearing a "back"pack at all. Then something in me reminded that I am actually in Mumbai now, Ah! Finally. I waited too long to come to Mumbai. It's been a year since I got placed in college. Generally, we get placed a year before we graduate at IISc. Thoughts of how I would fare in my job rushed into my head. It made me a little nervous, especially after having a rough time at college.
The bus stopped again. This time the boy from the door shouted, "Sion! Sion!! Sion aa gaya hai, last stop!!"
I reluctantly took my bag and told Reddy, "Let's go!"
Reddy was my classmate at IISc. Though we both know each other, we never were real buddies in college. We were good friends. I gotta tell you, in college you never get placed with your best friends in the same company.
Reddy was pretty disgusted by the sight.
"It's raining. How are we going to carry our stuff? " he said annoyingly.
I said taking a taxi would be the world's best idea. He gave me a dirty look. I tried to ignore his look and got down lazily. Rain started pouring heavily as if it was waiting for a signal to come in full swing. Before I could get any feel for the new city I noticed that my bag is missing. It struck like thunder. I looked around and there's a guy who was carrying my bag and threw it in his taxi. I followed him and had to literally snatch my bag back. This guy then asks me , "kaha jaana hai bhai ?"
I said, " I don't want a taxi".
Reddy in the mean time was trying hard to handle the mob of taxi drivers. I came back to Reddy, he really needed some help. One the taxi drivers learned that we speak Telugu. He was the scariest of those drivers. He was tall, extremely dark and his shoulders reminded me of "The Incredible Hulk".
He said, "Haa, Telugu. You from Andhra. Me Tamil. Neighbor states. Get in my taxi !!!"
... to be continued.
Tuesday, February 8, 2011
Yathaa Raaja .. Thathaa Prajaa!
Someone calls me up on the phone.
me: "Hello"
Sales Guy: "Hellooooo. Sir, please use our credit card. The deal is so exciting that you'll only regret if you did not go for it"
me:"how is it exciting?"me: "Hello"
Sales Guy: "Hellooooo. Sir, please use our credit card. The deal is so exciting that you'll only regret if you did not go for it"
Sales Guy:" blah. blah. blah. (Classic repetitive stuff from the sales guys)"
me: "sorry, it didn't excite me. I will not take the card"
Sales Guy: "Please sir, you have to take it"
me: "Why, I am not really interested"
"Why, what's wrong in this plan"
"I am not interested"
"But why ??"
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After 50 more calls from the same guy
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"Hello sir, would you like a credit card from our bank?"
"I told you hundreds of times . I am not interested"
"Sir, but why ???"
" Let me talk to your manager , you idiot"
"Sir, you cannot talk to us in that language"
"Sure, I can. Connect me to your manager"
He did connect to the Manager.
Manager: " Hello Sir, Good Morning. Let me first apologize for the inconvenience caused and what seems to be like a problem ?"
"I received hundreds of calls from the same guy every now and then. Please tell him that I have some work here to do and not to disturb me like this. "
"Sure I will Sir. This will not happen again. "
"Ha. Hope this make things easy from now"
"Sure. But sir,
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.
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Why didn't you opt for this card anyway !!!"
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The Sales Guy was right. I did not go for it and I regret for sure, but for different reasons altogether.
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