An easy way to reset your passwords

My daughter recently relocated to London after marriage and left India commanding me “ Thou shalt be available for me online from at least 4.pm. to 10p.m. daily”.I just implicitly obeyed my daughter [as all mothers these days do] and had a lot of online time in front of me begging me to optimally use it. I instantly became a member of as many social networking sites as possible , created my own blog and also created new mail ids just to surprise my techsavvy daughter.
Being utterly new to my virtual lifespace I naturally ended up forgetting my passwords and carefully typed in the wrong password every time and I also had the temerity to tell my less savvy{more blessed} husband that the password was right and only the site was behaving rottenly and refusing to accept it. Probably this password was not meant for it, my husband used to add timidly as a way of explanation and I turned a deaf ear to it because I knew he was speaking the truth though unknowingly! Till day he may not know the real secret behind my password chases , but he has always been very sympathetic with my sincere ,strenuous efforts to reset the password each time. .He only marvelled at my patient endeavours to set the system straight! Probably he was mortified by the way the system illtreated his intelligent wife and one day he gave a great idea. If computers can do so many brainy things, why don’t you ask the PC to remember your passwords , he asked. It was now my turn to marvel at his intelligence. I jumped at the idea and commanded my computer to remember all the passwords- mine and my husbands’.
Yes he too had a password to remember! His email id .He always gave me the privilege to open his id and each time he asked me to check his mail I did it with a lot of pomp and paraphernalia! I made sure that he looked at me with great awe because I was doing something which he had never done in his life! Checking his mail! The computer took care of all my password woes and life actually started becoming blissful till that fateful dawn! My computer crashed !
Whatever I did , it refused to budge. I strangely remembered the bullock carts of yesteryears which came to a standstill in the middle of the road when one of the bullocks decided to call it a day. The cart driver could never use his good office to persuade the bullock to change its mind and all the passersby used to throw a glare at the cart driver for some strange reason! the PC is also of a similar breed which will not listen to my cajoling tricks and stubbornly insist on a special service engineer to arrive before it decides to open a conversation!.
Strangely my husband becomes more upset when each time the computer crashes though technically speaking I am more techsavvy of the two! He throws such tantrums that I immediately try and get a service engineer to repair my PC. Each time my service engineer arrives with his mysterious looking hold-all, he is treated with due deference and it has almost become a routine that the kitchen is closed after I make some hot coffee for the engineer and my husband because I believe that my presence by the computer is strictly essential for the PC to become alive again. This ritual is religiously followed every time there is a crash because I seem to have strangely lead my husband into believing that I was the cause of the crash and therefore I shall be instrumental in its revival too! I just keep the service engineer in good humour discussing all matters except the computer with him. I strongly believe that professionals don’t appreciate bouts of guided repair.He knows his job and permit him to do it, is my policy. But then why should I be hanging around?I owe it to my another strange belief that being a sympathetic listener will make anyone more indebted to you and therefore he shall do his best and therefore the computer will be repaired in such a way that it will not crash in the near future!
Whether it is due to any of my such queer beliefs or not ,the PC came back to life and the triumphant engineer asked me to see whether I was able to access my mail. The unmistakable glee on his face encouraged me and I went to the mail site. But the password had done the great escape and I quickly spotted that same must be the case with ever so many sites I am a member of !My woes have returned to me with a cataclystic force. Earlier, I was just fumbling with one password at a time, but now there was a battalion waiting there to be renamed by me!
Undaunted by my cruel fate I tried opening my mail with the service engineer still standing there revelling in his victory! I typed in my mail id which I have not yet learned how to forget and was waiting for my engineer to shut his eyes so that he does not know my password while I typed it {though I was myself not very sure whether I knew it }.But nothing would deter him from peering into my keypad as I was fumbling with my keys. I silently determined that I should write to all those who were in charge of training computer service engineers impressing on them the importance of training their students in computer etiquette which simply means that they turn a blind eye when each of their client typed in their password!
My service engineer was waiting to see me access my mail. That probably was his winning shot. I gathered all my courage and hoping against hope that I typed in the wrong password as usual, I pressed the keys. I was chuckling to myself .I knew I was right ! I knew the mail would not open But Alas the mail did open ! and my engineer cleared the place leaving a trail of triumph behind. It was my husband’s turn to take over. He profusely thanked the engineer and gave him his fee happily and saw him off with a lot of gratitude! When he came back he saw me still fumbling with my keys with consternation writ large on my countenance.
He dreaded the obvious. What happened, has the computer crashed again, he asked. No, I said , the service engineer has found out my password. He was furious. Who asked you to make all such secret things public, he fumed. But he also gave the only alternative. Reset your password. He must have over the days acquired this belief that I am very good at resetting passwords!
I embarked on my journey of resetting the ever so many passwords! I know it is not the easiest thing on the earth, though strangely almost all the sites proclaimed that it was the most common thing to occur and they are all more than willing to cooperate in this adventure of resetting the password. It all starts in a seemingly harmless way. They offer you a box of letters and numbers mercilessly beaten out of shape and challenge you to copy them onto the space provided by them .{The letters are not case sensitive} is a major helping hand that they lend you in this risky adventure .
We are asked to repeat this exercise till the PC itself becomes weary of it and then we enter the next step of answering some strange details about our own family which we may have forgotten effortlessly. The computer always has the uncanny knack of remembering them and precisely asking for the same. I was fortunate enough to remember the name of my eldest nephew , but I sincerely don’t know how I made a mistake regarding the first car I owned .I cannot make any mistake regarding this fact because I had owned only one car.
I am till date wondering why we had bought a car when neither my husband nor I knew driving and we never intended hiring a driver because drivers as a tribe have become a very costly affair nowadays. Only fortunate thing about having bought a car was that the minute we handed over the cash to the previous owner we instantly realized the worthlessness of owning a car .It was like an epiphany! Of course, it was too late to have done anything about it. Like the docile cows of yesteryears our little black car which had an illustrious history was actually tied to our portico. With the little driving skill I had learnt from ever so many driving schools after we had bought the car ,I just managed to take it for a walk daily to keep the battery functioning.
Whatever brand name I typed in , the computer said hmmmm….lets give it a try again.My husband who stood by watching all my genuine efforts go futile,said if the computer knows better , ask it to give the right name.I had only involved him in the exercise halfway when I became totally confused about the brand of our only one car after having spent nearly half an hour typing out all the brand names I was familiar with. Some of the names I had typed in just in sweet revenge, throwing a challenge to the brainy computer.I almost started to believe that we had not owned a car at all and typed out no car.It was the turn of the computer now. It said for security reasons accessibility to the site has been closed for the next 24 hours probably indicating that I cannot pursue the naming game anymore that day.
I heaved a sigh of relief.Which means the service engineer also could not gain access to my site. But like a typical Indian woman, I doubted the computer like I doubt every sincere thing on the earth.I just called up my daughter abroad and asked her to check whether she could access my mail because I had a problem locally.I did not know whether I was sounding techsavvy but still I asked her to check my mail. She knows my password! She accessed it in no time and informed me over the phone.I became jittery again and quickly asked her to change my password. She did change the password in a jiffy and told me the new one. At last I have found an effective way to create and remember my passwords!