Password puzzles.

Password puzzles.

Your post has to revolve around everything that came to your mind when you had to create your first ever password!

             

            A couple of years back, after a lot of prodding from friends and cousins, I decided to get onto the social media bandwagon. Yes, I am the eternal late bloomer, and thus, a late entrant onto the Facebook scenario. The startled look, combined with  ridicule, on the faces of all and sundry on finding that I lacked any ‘social’ status, strengthened my resolve to be a part of the social fraternity.  I would open ( is that the correct word?! ) a Facebook account with the help of my bro. Well, you see, I am not very tech-savvy. I so wish I was born in the stone age! Anyway, so, with the help of my very (im)patient brother, I stationed myself in front of the comp, all set to get onto the stage.
              The username was typed in with much  pomp and glory! And then, bro turned to me and asked, “Now, what is your password?”
              The word  catapulted me back to my childhood, when we friends had a group of our own, a la Famous Five, and getting into our hideout required a password.  At the time, I found the idea highly ridiculous and foreign, but, fanciful nonetheless! Little did I know back then that this very foreign sounding, eight-letter word would one day become so important in our day-to-day lives!
               So, there I was, wondering what my password would be.  Umm…how about some thing very smart, something that nobody would ever imagine to be a password! How about mixing some numbers and letters of the alphabet?
              Bro sighed and nodded his head curtly: I was not the only smarty around who could think of such an ‘out of the box’ password, so, could I please think of something better?!
            Okay, then, how about mine and hubby’s name combined, or rather, entwined in each other? Wow! That would sound nice…and oh, so romantic!
            I could sense patience trickling out of bro bit by bit. I really needed to think quick and think different.
            Okay, okay, then how about the name of my college or the suburb where my college is situated, or a fabulous combo of mum and dad’s names ( that was already taken ), or my hobbies, or how about my pet’s name combined with mine?! Yes, that would be the best. A perfect combo…a password that I would definitely remember!
        “Finally!!”, sighed bro, with the look of ‘my sis- the knucklehead’ in his eyes.  He sweetly combined the two names and typed it in and voila! I was on FB!
        “And, please, madam, remember your password or write it down somewhere and never, NEVER disclose it to anybody, or worse, use it as the username and type it in when somebody is looking over your shoulder…get that?”, he added while rushing off to do other  important stuff  that had been left pending. “Thank God, it is just a silly Facebook account and not something serious”, he sniggered under his breath!!
       That boy!….I remembered his parting gesture just now! I will show him…
        Anyway, this is the story of my first password.  I did change it, though…have changed it from time to time, but, the first one will always remain special… engrained UP there for a long time to come.

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INDU…

INDU…

       

          
             She lost her mother when she herself was but a little girl- and that was just the beginning of her ordeal!

         Her life was riddled with trials and tribulations. But, she braved all odds to emerge a winner- a respected teacher, a devoted wife and a perfect, loving mother…this, in spite of the absence of an ideal to emulate!

        My anchor in troubled times, my best friend during the loneliest of moments, my guiding star when I fumbled in the dark to    make my way in this world, my soul mate and the best gift from God…my MOM!


        Just one fact I rue…I can never emulate my ideal…even in my dreams…I would fail miserably!

This time we’re having at a mother’s day special! Your post must contain the word MOM and you have just 5 sentences to complete your story.

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An appeal to our benefactor.

An appeal to our benefactor.

Salutations, Your Highness!

I hope my letter finds you in the best of your brightness! I am sure it will…you ARE at your brightest these days! Dear God, it has been a while since I wrote to you. A few months ago I did send you a request letter praying for an increase in your intensity during the winter to keep us warm. Remember? Yes, that was me, back then. And here I am, all over again, with a new prayer. Yes, we humans are such…never satisfied with anything in life.
Actually, if I could, I surely would have come over personally with my problems. But, I would never be able to withstand the sheer magnitude of your personality, my Lord! I would stand to turn 10 shades ( or more ) darker, which is unthinkable! It is the age of the fair and the lovely and ‘dark’ is not considered a beauty here. Anyway, without further ado ( or anymore of that shallow talk ), let me get down to business. Oops! Forgive the attitude, Lord! What I meant was, let me get down to the matter that needs your kind and immediate attention.
God, I know that change is the rule of this world. Just like everything else around us, seasons must also change. The cool and pleasant winters will always be followed by the blazing hot summers. But, God, dear dear God, do you have any idea how hot it is these days? Actually, that would be an understatement. It’s an oven out there! Do you know what an oven is? It’s a machine that turns dough into cake! So, you can imagine what we must be going through. We mere mortals are getting baked! Baked and roasted!!
The scorching heat seems to be sucking the life out of us! The parched earth has lost it’s life -giving power. And we, her dependents, are being left high and dry! At the risk of sounding shallow again…..some of us humans have it in our capacity to live in the comforts of our air-conditioned homes and drink refrigerated water, but, what about those who can’t afford such luxury? And, what about the other living creatures surviving out there? They are all at your mercy, and here you are…flaming mercilessly…stifling the poor souls with your intense warmth! Did I come down a bit too harshly? See, that is all the result of the searing  heat that is emanating from you, God.  Yes, one of the ‘heat-reactions’. I really can’t help it…even if I want to, I can’t be all sweet and polite after all that you have been doing lately. A thousand apologies for the irreverence, but try as I might, I am unable to keep my cool!
But, stay cool..I must. And, I will. God, please try to understand our plight. Life on earth is tough and you have been making it tougher. A wee bit of consideration on your part will surely make things a lot simpler. We would like it if you make life a walk in the park…not a drift in the desert. And I don’t think it is difficult for you…you are the most powerful entity in heaven! Just a little reduction in your intensity during these few months is all we are asking for.
Anyway, I guess I better bring my letter to a conclusion here. God, it is our humble request to you to bring down the heat a few- if not more- degrees below melting point. Kindly have mercy and reclaim your position of a life giver as opposed to the life taker that you have been all these days. We will be ever so grateful to you for the kindness shown in this time of need.
In short…and on a lighter note….
OYE…SUNNY PAAJI ,OYE!! JUST TAKE A CHILL PILL!!
AND PLEASE GIVE US A BREAK, JI!!

Yours, with respect…
a poor earthling.
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Un-break my heart!!

Un-break my heart!!

http://www.blogadda.com/rate.php?blgid=50440   My dear friend,

How are you? I hope you are in the pink of your health and happiness.  I so hope that life, without me, hasn’t stopped for you and that  you are enjoying  all the peace you yearned for.  I agree, you must have had reasons for what you did to me, therefore I only hope for the best for you and your family.
As far as I am concerned, well, I am trying to live my life without you, your love, your attention. And all my time is spent wondering where I went wrong. What is it about me that made you take such a decision?  What mistakes did I make that replaced the love you had for me with hatred so strong that you abandoned me ?  From the bottom of my heart, I am sorry for whatever it is that I did that caused you so much pain and discomfort. I was only doing what comes naturally to me…I was being loving and caring to the best of my ability…the way God made me!
I still remember how you had come to the breeder’s  place where I, along with my brothers and sisters, was staying. I lapped up all the attention your little girl showered on me! How it was love at first sight for her as well as for me! Yes, I knew I would miss my parents and my siblings, but then, I was also happy that I would now be a part of a brand new family! I knew what I was supposed to do…I was supposed to shower  my  unconditional love and attention on you- my master, my friend for life. And I knew I would do an awesome job because I was created to do just that!
The love and care you gave me made me forget my own family. Overnight you had become my new  family, my world! And that’s when I knew in my heart that the next 15 years would be spent in your loving company, in making you happy and proud of your decision to bring me home and make me a part of your life. I was so proud of my life, my family, the warmth and love that I received here, that I felt superior to other canines that I met on my daily walks. They thought of me as pompous and haughty and teased me that one day I would be shown the door just like some of the other members of my community. But, I was so sure that I would never suffer in that way as I was the apple of your eyes! I was so wrong! Or, was I?
Where DID i go wrong? Had my love  lost its shine or had you grown weary of me that you could no longer stand my sight? My heart broke when your little girl tried her best to stand up for me but  you paid no heed. Is it that I had become an inconvenience for you? Or is it that because of my growing age and my slow movements that I had lost my charm? We all grow old….that is part of nature. Is this how the world functions? Does old age only lead to abandonment ? Is it the norm to discard  those in their twilight years? This is really not so in our canine world. We look out for each other. We take care of the entire pack, irrespective of age. And, we also accept the blows that life metes out with strength and  resilience. And that is exactly what I am doing….what I have been doing, since you turned your back on me.
I miss you, my dear friend. And, I miss your little girl the most. I spend my days just thinking about her, about you, about what a wonderful life it was.  But, I hold no grudges. No. That is not how we are made. I still love you, and will always love you, from the bottom of my heart. My heart….which is now broken, will still hold you in it … till my last breath! And, even after I have passed over, I shall continue to watch over you,be your guardian angel,..  till we meet again.
Forever yours,
Your furry friend.

Sweet memories…

Sweet memories…

http://www.blogadda.com/rate.php?blgid=50440     I read a beautiful poem on childhood on FB today and it instantly brought back memories of my past,  my childhood – a time that seems to have lost some where. In our struggle to survive our present and build a secure future, we completely forget that golden period of our past that will never come back; a time which, when we think about, brings a smile and some tears and a longing, a yearning, to go back and relive it, all over again.
   Right now, as I reminisce about those halcyon days, there are a countless things that I would love to go back for…and bring back  a fistful, if I could!! I will start with my list of priceless memories….feel free to add some of your own!

The innocence
The simplicity of life
The carefree days
Days full of laughter and a few tears
Tears that mum wiped away with the end of her pallu
Mom’s  warm and comforting hug that  drove away our fears

Mom’s bed time stories
Mom’s lovingly baked cake….simple and the best in the world
A mom’s-hug a day that kept the doctor away
SImple outfits stitched by mum that made me feel like a princess
Mom’s stern look and then her gentle rebuke
All my ridiculous wishes that mom fulfilled…( Boy! She has been the epitome of patience! )
Being with mom 24X7

Dad…the rough and tough super hero who could do it all
Dad’s indulgence
Long drives  with dad on his two-wheeler
Dad’s stories of his childhood
Dad’s scoldings…..some of those!!
Dad’s swivel chair in his office and those colourful phones on his table
Sitting in that chair and feeling on top of the world

Bro…..my little bro
Fights with my little bro
Katti-batti with him and my friends
Teasing, pinching. tickling till we died of laughter
Sweet, sweet bro, who would fight with mom-dad to let me in and forgive me for having stayed out too long

Finding earthworms for our fish tank
Bro.. teaching me how to pick up those worms to feed the fish
My pet rabbit and that cute little fish tank
Crying along with my bro when the fish and the rabbit left us

Sweet and simple games of those days..
Chhippi-langdi, attya-pattya, lagori….
And the really beautiful doll with those blinking eyes and the golden hair
And those cute doll clothes
Playing outdoors till dusk
And getting scolded for being out for so long!

Begging mum for those (god-awful) ice-lollies
(Thank god, she didn’t allow us to lay our hands on that stuff)
Summer vacations spent with the cousins
Train travels to those far off places
The adventurous train journeys
And the bus journeys, too
And again…MOM, DAD and BRO
I miss them so

Why can’t I think of anything else?
It all seems so hazy….
But, how I wish I could go back….just once more….and relive my sweet childhood…
rekindle those sweet memories!