I switch on
the computer in the morning, it whirs in action with tiny blinking yellow
light, A big blue screen opens with a white rectangle in the middle and then
everything stops. It refuses to go any further, like a stubborn donkey until I write
the password.
And this is
just the beginning of this password business. Every few minutes or so you open
a programme or a web site, you are asked to input the magic words.
Every time I put the user IDs or passwords I look sideways and behind, even th- -ough I am in
my study and no one is around, at least, no one hell bent to spy on
me. However, it is good to keep this habit, least you get robbed
by likes of Alibaba. If the Sardar (captain) of the forty thieves was careful and looked
around before shouting his passwords, he and his mates would not have been killed and
their descendants would still be here running “legitimate” mafiosi businesses.
Until I was half
a century old, “passwords” were not parts of my world. They existed only in mythology,
fairy tales and spy thrillers. They had nothing to do, even remotely, with the running of the day-to-day
life.
Now they
have become ubiquitous and made life as difficult as it was for the Pandavas
during their Van Prawas. The Yaksha did not let them pass to the lake to quench
their thirst until they answered his questions correctly. Thank God, now a
days, at least, you are not poisoned and killed if you do not get your
passwords right.
Moral of the
story, Ladies and Gentleman, is that, do input your passwords accurately and do
not let anyone else get a wind of them.
