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pickpocketed

This calls for a blog post.

So I got pick-pocketed in the metro 2 hours ago. At Akshardham, one of the most crowded stations in the evenings. I was standing there waiting for the train. I had my headphones on, to brace for the one hour torturous ride back home from office. The train came to a stop, the doors opened; humans rushed at other humans at the gates, where of course there was no space to stand. I tried to fit in. In the process, my bag, which I was holding on my back, got drifted with the crowd. This is normal I thought. I tried to pull it in the front, which I did with some difficulty. Things came to halt and doors closed.

Train was moving now. I checked my pockets instinctively, first my jeans and then my bag's outer pocket, where I generally keep my wallet. The later was ajar. "It's ok man", I told my panicking insides, "you must have forgotten to close it". I slid in my hands. Empty. Panic. I turned towards the crowd, all still, all staring at me, panic apparent in my eyes. I worked my way away from the doors inside, looked around hopelessly, not knowing what to look for.

I am a such a coward. I should have shouted. I just stood there frozen, but then spoke casually. "Everyone please take care, a wallet has been stolen." Someone asked "Just now?". I said "Yes, My wallet. From my bag." There was activity. Eyes on me. Someone suggested, "Check everyone's pockets. The train is moving, he mustn't have gotten down." I just stood there. I am hating myself for this. I just fucking stood there. Some uncle said, "You look educated. Don't you care about what's yours." And I just fucking stood there. Got down at the next station, Yamuna Bank, called up dad to block my credit and atm cards. Later realized the extra difficulty I had pulling my bag to myself when I was getting in. It was then, that moment, when the godforsaken, son-of-a-fucking-bitch had his hands in my bag's pockets, trying to sneak my wallet out.

I lost a credit card, atm card, driver's license, some random loyalty cards and 400 cash this evening. I am hating myself, not for being careless or for the loss. But because, I didn't act when I should have.

nostalgia after a long looong time

So I have been reading the novel Revolution 2020 by Chetean Bhagat in the metro during my daily commutes. I've been through the first 100 pages and am feeling very nostalgic today. The same old feeling when JEE results came out and about that feeling when I couldn't clear the first time around. The depression of the drop year, the feeling of "eating, drinking and sleeping IIT" and the deparate love affair of those times.

I felt so happy today, that after deboarding the metro I went for a ciggarette and tea. I have left the habit of smoking, but still I did it for the old times sake. It was so awesome. I was finally feeling internal bliss after a very very long time.

superfast week

Last week went by super fast. It feels like it was only yesterday that I was wailing about another week of work ahead. Today is Sunday again and again I feel scared. It feels wrong.  

the longest password

My first few notions of my own email account came when I was with my dearest friend Abhinav. The time when gmail came out, I vaguely remember us going in a riskshaw to his house and talking in astonishment about a mailing service which gives 1GB of storage. "Mother of Emails" as it was called back then.

So we created our first emails from the invites we got. We were discussing the passwords we had used and how long it should be to be really secure. At some point I said that Bill Gates might have the longest and the most secure password in the world. His password might be so long that he might take at least a minute to type it. I know it was stupid and it was way back in 2004, I think. I don't know why but those memories just flashed by for some reason.