I got locked out of my Yahoo account this morning! Don’t ask me how! Because I don’t know.
This, sort of takes me back to the time we were locked out of our 4th floor apartment in Goa years back. You may ask me ‘how?’ at this point….. I do know this one – we forgot the key inside, that’s how!! 🙂
We used to live in Junta House then and the entire family (parents, elder sis, elder bro and me) had set out in the morning all decked out in our Sunday best. Yes it was a Sunday, and everyone knows such things happen only on Sundays and Bank Holidays! When we returned, we stood at the front door and …… well, this is the time normally, when dad puts his hand in his pocket and comes up with the house key – just like a magician produces a rabbit out of his pocket – except that this time he came up with nothing. My dad is not a magician, FYI!
He then patted his shirt pocket. Still nothing. Then he turned to mom – who as if on cue – dived into her bag and spent some precious minutes fishing around among the contents. Dad looked on impatiently and remarked on the foolishness of women in general who carried so much of junk around in their bags and couldn’t find a simple thing like the house key! These golden words didn’t help however. The key still couldn’t be found.
We three siblings stood around shuffling our feet and not being of any use. In our defense, there
was is nothing mere children can do if the main door falls shut with the keys inside and everyone outside!! And I dare anyone to argue this point!
So, after some hurried and harried discussions, dad sallied forth in search of a carpenter, with not much hope of finding one. Did I tell you it was a Sunday?
While he was leaving, one of us – I don’t remember who – suggested he look for a house-breaker if he couldn’t get a carpenter.
The four of us then sat on an old rickety bench outside our apartment and the fun kind of began…. You see, our building was mainly made up of Government offices except for our house and the household downstairs. But the entire top floor was actually a Community Hall run by the Swami Vivekananda Society, where functions took place. And on that bright Sunday, some newly wed couple had decided to hold their wedding reception up there – resulting in a steady stream of wedding guests clattering up and down the stairs. Every time someone reached our floor, they stopped clattering, gazed at us silently for sometime and then resumed clattering, either up or down. If ever you want to know how the monkeys in the zoo feel when visitors clatter by their cage – on the way to the food court – and stop to gape at them…… look no further – just ask me!
Getting back to my mail issues, try as I might I couldn’t access it. I tried various versions of my password – upper case, lower case, a mixture of both cases, emojis….. I even gave the laptop a smart whack on its side (we sometimes do this with our TV remote when it gets stuck) but it stubbornly refused to let me in. Maybe, just maybe, I thought, it was altogether the wrong password. With the world becoming so electronically advanced and everything getting its own wee little password, this is inevitable right? We absent mindedly try to enter one account with the password of another! It happens with everyone right? Please tell me it happens with everyone!!
I’m also willing to bet there are several people out there who have a list of the passwords of all their various accounts secretly stored someplace safe. Like me! Except that sometimes I forget where I’ve written them all down. As I did now So I couldn’t even cross check!
And as for Plan B – the secret security question – I can’t for the life of me remember that either. What was it??? I know it’s something revolving around my wedding; but what? Wedding date? Wedding venue? Wedding menu? (Sigh) 😦
So I guess its Plan C for me (as always) – Call in the Big Guns! The Computer hackers? Nope. My twin sons!
I love happy endings, don’t you? 🙂
And by the way, my story of the Sunday we got locked out of our house years ago, has a happy ending too. No, dad didn’t come back with a house-breaker. Didn’t I tell you it was a Sunday? Actually, mom rather belatedly remembered that a spare key had been kept with friends living across the road – exactly for such emergencies! 🙂
Now if only I could do that with my passwords!!