Hack the world before its Hacked

Don’t get confused by the title and start thinking that I have hacked something big ….. just couldn’t come up with a more flamboyant title to describe something interesting that I did last summer ….. Just have a look at the snapshot of the inbox of my temporary “hacking special” yahoo account …..

Please don’t get me wrong …… I am not a professional hacker …. And all the victims listed here are no one but my college mates ……. Almost everyone in the hostel having an orkut account had their password at my disposal within a week of setting down the trap ……

Well , it was just a mixture of few fake login pages and recently released greasemonkey hack that led so many victims towards my inbox …….. It feels so great to have the power in your hand ….. to have all your buddies requesting you not to tamper with their account …… Infact I didn’t tampered with any of those passwords …… Almost all of them are unread till date (except a few…..some of them wanted to confirm the tragic incident)…. ……

So that was till a few days ago …. I stopped receiving any more mails titled “Password Hacked by Ethical Hacker”……Either the script has stopped working (never checked it again) or my friends have gone extra careful knowing that someone’s always sniping them down ….

All was going well …. I had given my hacking business a halt ……Everything was going as per the routine until one day when Ashutosh called me …….

Ashu : Harsh , have you hacked me off late ?

Me : No buddie , not this time . (in a mocking tone)

Ashu : Its not a joke . I am serious this time around .I am unable to login into my orkut account . It’s got to be you . No one else can .

Me : Are you gone nuts ? What interest will I hold in changing your password and robbing your account off you . It doesn’t make any sense.

Ashu : Don’t give me any excuses . I am dead sure its you . So , are you telling me or what ?

Me : Don’t act foolish . I told you its not me . For God sake , believe me damed.

Ashu : So you are not telling . Go to hell . I don’t give a damn about that account , I am better off making a new one than pleading before you . By the way , thanks a lot .

With these words he finished the call .The “Boy who cried Wolf” story started flashing in my mind . I was blamed of doing something that I hadn’t done and more so by one of my close friends . I don’t blame him . I would be baffled too if someone hack me down ….. and anyways , I blackmailed him a number of times saying that I have got his password “safe” in my inbox ……

Though it took just one meeting for us to clear all the misunderstandings , I learnt the same lesson that the wolf story teaches us ….

“Don’t cry ‘wolf’ , when there is no ‘wolf’ , even if there are few wolfs around! “

What other dream could I have

 

Yesterday while I was dusting down an old collection of mine …… which comprised of all those wwe and cricket cards , a huge bunch of pokemon tazzos and zenga cards ( I still remember how I used to buy Uncle Chips almost every other day in order to collect these things…..) , a lot of tattoos and stickers (I don’t know for what I saved them …. ) , few of my horrible paintings (some of them were really very very horrible indeed…..) and few of those group photographs with my classmates ………not to mention few uninvited guests in the form of spider and roaches who seemed to find a shelter in that old box …….

While I was turning over pages of a diary , I encountered a piece of parchment that was strategically placed somewhere in the middle ….. I closely looked at the words scribbled on the paper…….It was a poem…..and that too in my handwriting……Inference….sometime back in high school , a poet took birth within me for a day or two …..

The poem sounds a bit childish ….. and is dedicated to my favorite game then , TENNIS……it goes off the tone at few places …. but still I would love to share it with you ……It starts like this….

What other dream could I have
but to go to All England Tennis Club

to see class of Roger Federer
who hardly commits any error

to see serve of Andy Roddick
who is simply fantastic

to see swiftness of Lleyton Hewitt
whose shots makes his opponent sweat

to see Andre Agassi’s service return
seeing which even the moon burns

to see stylish Pete Sampras
who easily surpasses everyone’s class

to see volley of Tin Henman
who is the pride of Great Britain

to see Leander Paes’ attitude
watching whom is itself a gratitude

to see Rafael Nadal’s power play
who is undoubtedly king of the clay

to see Sharapova’s forehand
which receives an applause from the stand

to see Jimmy Connor’s sportsmanship
which makes him win so many championships

to see Navratilova’s lovely nature
which provides her such a high stature

to see win in a tie-break of Nicolas Keifer
which makes his opponent’s coach whisper

to see the upset created by Giles Muller
whom tennis ball complaint to be a killer

and to hear Vijay Amritraj’s comment on the center court
who is as usual wearing his stylish black coat .

The ending might not be very convincing……..but don’t forget I was just a one day old novice poet …… Do give me a bit of excuse ……

Thank You

Go through this and have a great day …… This is the gist of the hour long speech by Jessie Owens (World Famous Athlete) on his first gold medal in the Olympics ……… Very Inspiring ……

To those of you who laughed at me , thank you

Without you I wouldn’t have cried .

To those of you who just couldn’t love me , thank you

Without you I wouldn’t have known real love .

To those of you who hurted my feelings , thank you

Without you I wouldn’t have felt them .

To those of you who left me lonely , thank you

Without you I wouldn’t have discovered myself .

But it is to those of you who thought I couldn’t do it

It is you I thank the most .

Because without you I wouldn’t have tried .

Be good and do good .