History Repeats

Few minutes back, I notices the Chase Bank website is not responding for customer login. I thought about this writing not to be critical on the site or the bank, but back here again just to share some thoughts. I will though come back to it later thou, and would like to share what happened in between.

My notion so far, was, banking probably may be one sector where the company might not be able to afford to restrict it services for whatsoever reason to not their consumers. But why so? Bearing the same, my first thought was to validate (and being a techie, as I personally feel about myself) the home frontier, for accessibility. No, to my dismay, also fortune for a simple and selfish reason, my visit was not time critical.

Now, about the power of the media, it was difficult to believe that no news items, that I could found on Google, was published. The search also revealed - 

a. The site has been down in the past, with much ado, and subservience around the news (its being almost a year and a half - 14th Sep 2010)

b. The service index (subjective) of the service industry we (people on the net) need credibility towards - to which my reading does not give me a lot of proud for what prejudice, I carry. 

And this is thought, where the inclination of historic (banking) usage reminds of, taking away from the 'taken-for-granted' infinitival demand for accessibility.

Ye dil bhi zid pe adaa hai kisi bachche ki tarah, Ya to sab kuch hi isse chahiye ya kuch bhi nahi! 

(Our heart is being stubborn, of either getting everything or nothing)

What's next !!!

Browsing through the pile of really old mails, encountered a piece to cherish, and so thought of sharing.

Thanks to all the friends and sharing the joyous script-lets.

To all have a nice and wonderful day and days ahead.

Gone are the days
When the school reopened in June,
And we settled in our new desks and benches.

Gone are the days
When we queued up in book depot,
And got our new books and notes.

Gone are the days
When we wanted two Sundays and no Mondays, yet
Managed to line up daily for the morning prayers.

Gone are the days
When we chased one another in the corridors in Intervals,
And returned to the classrooms drenched in sweat.

Gone are the days
When we had lunch in classrooms, corridors,
Playgrounds, under the trees and even in cycle sheds.

Gone are the days
When a single P.T. period in the week's Time Table, Was awaited more
eagerly than the monsoons.

Gone are the days
Of fights but no conspiracies,
Of Competitions but seldom jealousy.

Gone are the days
When we used to watch Live Cricket telecast,
In the opposite house in Intervals and Lunch breaks.

Gone are the days
When few rushed at 5:30 to
"Conquer" window seats in our School bus.

Gone are the days
Of Sports Day, and the annual School Day,
And the one-month long preparations for them.

Gone are the days
Of the stressful Quarterly, Half Yearly and Annual Exams,
And the most enjoyed holidays after them.

Gone are the days
We learnt, we enjoyed, we played, we won, we lost, We laughed, we cried,
we fought, we thought.

Gone are the days
With so much fun in them, so many friends,
So much experience, all this and more.

Gone are the days
But not the memories, which will be
Lingering in our hearts for ever and ever and
Ever and ever and Ever.

I hope you went back to your Golden Olden days..........

For a while..........as I DID!!

Didn’t u????