Much of my time during the past few days were spent paying innumerable visits to the neighborhood bank/ATM centre, close to my home. Not to mention the scorns I earned from the unfriendly faces at the bank. And the agony I went through in the past couple of days unfolds here… Well… it all began on a Tuesday evening. Post the regular walk at the neighborhood park, I decided to withdraw cash from the ATM located just outside the park. As usual the jinxed ATM machine did not wear a very friendly look! I looked for the ‘Out of order’ poster usually hung next to the machine all the time. The poster was missing. I told my Mom, “Oh! Looks like the machine is ok today”. Without wasting much time, it was time for me to insert the card. “There’s no error message being displayed on the screen, then why is the card not being accepted? I thought to myself. But did not want to be aloud about my thoughts. What will my mother think about me? Uh! Afterall I have been using the ATM card for the past er...