Years ago when the doomsayers were busy swearing that every computer on this earth will pop away into fine ionic dust come Y2K, my stoic scientist friend wouldn’t even bat an eyelid. He suggested I get a webaddress instead, long live the computers. A lesser mortal that I was, I still had to unravel the mysteries of ‘Shell’ vs. TCP/IP accounts, which I’ll never be able to come to terms with anyway.
Y2K came and went without causing any serious dent to the credibility of computers. Encouraged, I wrote a webpage of my own on Geocities one day and went around the town telling everyone about it. Hundreds of emails shot off my outbox. My friend’s countenance bore a knowing smile. But I wanted to be happier. I wanted to be more professional. I bought a domain which added dot com right next to my name. uspandey.com.
One day I got an innocuous looking mail from Mr. Shylock. It said I needed to pay double the amount of registration for a renewal. I paid. The message was repeated the next year and the next. I was crestfallen. I grit my teeth and let go the dot com extension.
I have moved to dot net since and “yet God has not said aword”. But I am amused at the ways of the Shylocks of Cyberworld. The dot com is doing the rounds with different squatters who are all trying to sell it back to me for hundreds of dollars! Little do they know how bitterly I hated the name given to me by parents once! Thanks for taking it away, ladies and gentlemen! Wish you had purchased all possible extensions so that I could have started totally afresh.
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