Friday, April 28, 2006
Cryptic confusion? Or merely a lack of enough grey cells to stash away all the junk , highly classified combinations of numerals and asciis?
Whatever u call it, I have had enough of grappling with n and n+1 and n+n number of passwords and secret keys. This would have been just another routine problem, not important enough to corner space in my blog dedicated to reds and crimsons, if I had not spent my last half an hour trying to get access to my blogging rights.
yes,yes, ur guess puts u in the hallowed corridors of brilliant minds, I did manage to forget my password and of course, my user name too.And my frantic cries for help were promptly answered with an email sent to my mail box, with instructions on how to retrieve my valued assets. I tried searching for ways to tell them that I do not have access to my personal mail box from where I am presently stuck, but intelligent minds cannot always think of all possible pathways in which stupidity can be executed.
Hence, spurred on by motivation from my friend whom I just called up to ask where I could get my username and password for a certain bank account, I decided to take the hard way out. Hence, after a zillion kinds of permutations and combinations of what I could have possibly thought of for sake of secrecy on that bored afternoon a whole month back, fate finally relented and let me in.
So far, so good. But I seriously yearn to know I have company in this vast world, at least a few who frantically rummage through their handbag or hit their mob just before stepping in to an atm,.... every time.
Maybe, it was just that we (I?) managed to get caught up in another stream of evolution quite divergent from the one which included the creator of authentication and cryptography. A vague memory from my biology classes somewhere tells me that there are different kinds of lobes in the brain, dedicated for specific purposes.
I have always known that my areas for this kind of unneccessary spam have been utilised for something more important, like appreciating the unseen hues of life.
No offence meant. I stand in awe of those who can make a life out of this stuff, like Susan Fletcher and maybe more realistic characters in those numerous encryption decryption services around the world.
Signing off for now with all respect.
Whatever u call it, I have had enough of grappling with n and n+1 and n+n number of passwords and secret keys. This would have been just another routine problem, not important enough to corner space in my blog dedicated to reds and crimsons, if I had not spent my last half an hour trying to get access to my blogging rights.
yes,yes, ur guess puts u in the hallowed corridors of brilliant minds, I did manage to forget my password and of course, my user name too.And my frantic cries for help were promptly answered with an email sent to my mail box, with instructions on how to retrieve my valued assets. I tried searching for ways to tell them that I do not have access to my personal mail box from where I am presently stuck, but intelligent minds cannot always think of all possible pathways in which stupidity can be executed.
Hence, spurred on by motivation from my friend whom I just called up to ask where I could get my username and password for a certain bank account, I decided to take the hard way out. Hence, after a zillion kinds of permutations and combinations of what I could have possibly thought of for sake of secrecy on that bored afternoon a whole month back, fate finally relented and let me in.
So far, so good. But I seriously yearn to know I have company in this vast world, at least a few who frantically rummage through their handbag or hit their mob just before stepping in to an atm,.... every time.
Maybe, it was just that we (I?) managed to get caught up in another stream of evolution quite divergent from the one which included the creator of authentication and cryptography. A vague memory from my biology classes somewhere tells me that there are different kinds of lobes in the brain, dedicated for specific purposes.
I have always known that my areas for this kind of unneccessary spam have been utilised for something more important, like appreciating the unseen hues of life.
No offence meant. I stand in awe of those who can make a life out of this stuff, like Susan Fletcher and maybe more realistic characters in those numerous encryption decryption services around the world.
Signing off for now with all respect.
Monday, March 27, 2006
Ok, here I go, taking my first tottering step into yout kinda world, and all thanks to my pal chitra with whom I share not just a cubicle but also long hours of staring into vacant space, which finally inspired her to inspire me to hit this site.
This decision will hopefully put back some of the colours that so painfully got faded out of our lives while we were busy growing up. In those "long ago" childhood days, everything from an unexpected games period to praise for " An Autobiography of a watch" kind of essay added a different shade to your life. That is what I am waiting for. And I am crossing my fingers for red.
And for all of you with a frown on your face, red is the colour that gets the world going.Hmmm....maybe, ...at least me.
I just cant forget my school bag in primary school, yellow, with big red prints all over it that made me want to go to school every single day. Until, my parents decided I was too old for that kind of nursey stuff, as they saw it.
Would the concept of life be as dramatic, if the blood through our veins had not been red? and , whats valentines day without the red of roses?Love is red, strength is red, power is red, victory is red....
And of course a whole lot of other, less than pleasant things are also red.
But,if we had a prism in our hands which decided what passed though into our lives, I still would prefer it to be mostly red.
I guess I should be leaving the rest for a later time. After all, I have lots more hours of vacant staring left.
This decision will hopefully put back some of the colours that so painfully got faded out of our lives while we were busy growing up. In those "long ago" childhood days, everything from an unexpected games period to praise for " An Autobiography of a watch" kind of essay added a different shade to your life. That is what I am waiting for. And I am crossing my fingers for red.
And for all of you with a frown on your face, red is the colour that gets the world going.Hmmm....maybe, ...at least me.
I just cant forget my school bag in primary school, yellow, with big red prints all over it that made me want to go to school every single day. Until, my parents decided I was too old for that kind of nursey stuff, as they saw it.
Would the concept of life be as dramatic, if the blood through our veins had not been red? and , whats valentines day without the red of roses?Love is red, strength is red, power is red, victory is red....
And of course a whole lot of other, less than pleasant things are also red.
But,if we had a prism in our hands which decided what passed though into our lives, I still would prefer it to be mostly red.
I guess I should be leaving the rest for a later time. After all, I have lots more hours of vacant staring left.
