ATMs,pins and me

Oh man after that perfectly cheesy poem I think I should lighten the mood, and my head. What was I thinking?
There is no algorithm for life, is there? You plan one, and another happens. Those who believe in god would say- man proposes and god disposes. Its chaos and entropy all over. The domino effect- everything falls when one does. Life is anarchy. Life is chaos. Chaos is life. Chaos as the order of the universe.
Yes, I am slightly absent minded. Scatter brained, and a bit of miss butter fingers as well. Makes for a lot of entertainment, I suppose. But everyone has their flaws, don’t they? And in this universe of entropy, a single atom such as me adding more chaos wont make too much of a difference to the laws of energy, I hope. Of course, most of it is circumstantial, or so I would like to believe. It always happens to me. There was this time, when I forgot my atm password. Not my fault, really. To my defence, 9th semester sessionals were on, and I had also sprained my talo fibulars. Loser ligaments. They always tear. Never trust them. Don’t make any plans with them. Hopeless weak ligaments. Anyway, someone else had used my pin, so I had to change it, or so I was told. So I did. Again bad idea. Never disrespect your own mind. And I do remember withdrawing money after that once. Then a flood of exams drowned me, so it was almost a week after that I had the need and desire to spend some money. And so there I went, confidently to the atm. And guess what? Incorrect password. Now I remember it had 4 digits that were placed together on the board. And so I tried all possible combinations. But I got locked out. Damn. So I scratched my head, and came up with the same password I had typed in the first time. Obviously it had no effect. Then I decided to go to the bank. Told the guy there. He said sorry maam you will have to remember it. Dude. I just said I forgot. No maam he said, you will have to remember. Somehow. Sorry. What the #$$%? Where in the world is this guy from? I was so amused with his logic, I forgot to be angry. I laughed and walked away. Anyway when I went back after a week, after trying to remember the stupid pin, despite medicine surgery and obg, and of course orthopaedics, they said it would take a month for them to issue a new one. Okay! He could have saved me a week! Anyway, I thought in the meantime I’d use my other account. So I strode in to the ICICI atm, but I had no hopes. I knew I wouldn’t have it. Hoped against hope. No way I’d remember. But I tried. I promise. But I guess you know what the verdict was. Incorrect pin. Damn. That was quick. Two pin mishaps in less than two weeks. I must be a pro. I am. I know. Anyway, that reminds me, has anyone ever felt that even though the sbi atms have a touch screen, you have to literally bang the screen ? they should rename it. Bang screen. The latest bang technology. Awesome. And there ended my adventure. Now my mother knows my pin. To be on the safer side. And no one need to look in my phone. Am not that moronic to save it in there. Although I said that, we know I am perfectly capable of an absurd act such as that. Its my topsy turvy world. Mind, I mean. And no, you’re not going to be my pin’s keeper. Lol.