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Does anyone remember my ATM pin?

Version I

I have forgotten my ATM pin.
Can anyone help?

It is not my wife's birthday,
or my best friend's
or my mother's
or any of my children's.
I'm no good at remembering birthdays.

It is not the date of our first kiss
or our first fight
or our first anything
or our anniversary even.
I'm no good at such dates either.

No, it's not my other ATM Pin
Or my bank account number
Or email password
Or even my voter I-card number.
I was never good at such things, either.

Once it was the date of the Panipat battle
Once it was the loan instalment amount
Both an attempt at quirky creativity
But they were both changed
And forgotten rather very quickly.

I am still bereft of my ATM pin.
Can anyone help?

Version II

I have forgotten my ATM pin.
Can anyone help?

It is not my wife's birthday,
or her best friend's birthday,
or her best friend's sister's,
or of my boss's for that matter.
I'm no good at birthdays.

No, it's not the worth of my stocks
when the Sensex touched 20,000
or the traumatic price
at which I finally sold them.
I was never good at such things, either.

Once it was the date of my hernia operation
and later the hospital bill amount
- both an attempt at quirky creativity.
But they were both changed
And forgotten rather very quickly.

Is it the date my daughter was born?
Or the day I betted on the dark horse
and it won the sweepstakes?
Or is it my dog's vaccination date?
I haven't the foggiest idea.

I am still bereft of my ATM pin.
Can anyone help?

Comments

ys said…
Hahaha - lovely both :)
5 October 2009 at 1:10 pm
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