What to do when one starts forgetting passwords?

What to do when one starts forgetting passwords?
Practically nothing. 
Unless of course one is proactive with the first signs of senility..
Some time ago, when I was busy (university on long term strike) and working all night downloading and testing Linux Distributions, temporarily, I forgot all the passwords for my bank accounts and emails.  
With some soul searching I developed a kind of reference and more importantly put them down in writing.
Now I forget where the little note book is kept.
Mind you I have been using www.wordpress.com to Google to every possible web outlets including wikipedia and Dropbox.
So many different passwords.
Finally, I decided to take a very long break and only used my cellphone.
That has its own disadvantages Yahoo thinks I exist in one incarnation and one phone and every time I try to log in with the PC (unfortunately automated) I need damn verification of my PC.

Internet has become a pain in the neck (or ARxx may be).

I have stopped using Facebook (many reasons) and use Twitter for my photo sessions (cannot log in with the computer or my tablet).
The Twitter also thinks I am of one incarnation not many like Aliens who are with us.

In fact, they treat me like an Alien. 

So my decision to wind off with Internet keep my sanity intact.
Today, I plugged in an external hard disk (Suse installed) and could not boot it or read its contents.
With trial and error I managed to boot with Linux tricks and it went in, in one stroke into Google Blog Spot and asked for my gmail password 19 characters long in Sinhala characters.
I hit the ceiling but using my reference code I blog my universal irritation here.
Good Bye to Internet and Happy Christmas and New Year, 2019!

Pipal or Bhodhi trees or Bo trees

Every year when I clean (risky job) the gutters, I find one or two Bo or pipal trees growing there.
I uproot them and plant them in a suitable large pot.
Currently, I have several in the rooftop garden.
 
They are my weather indicators.
 
I pick the dry leaves that fall from the pipal trees in the rooftop garden and put them in a plastic box with silica.
 

This year of Yahapalanaya, I had none.
 

This season even the crows were hungry without pipal seeds.
I went and looked at near "Nagara Sabha Kunu Bakkies" or refuse dumps  where the crows come for roosting and did not find any pipal saplings.
 
There were few in between cement structures.

How the pipal seeds germinate in unfathomable places is a mystery.

All of the young plants were at least one year old.
The inclement weather had nasty effect on birds including crows.

Their purge or dropping did not have any pipal seeds to germinate, I believe.

How to avoid portfolios

How to avoid portfolios

I have very a simple method.
If somebody treats me lower or higher I avoid them by birth right.
The people that treat you higher including politicians near an election are basically greedy and part with your time, vote and the money.
Once the objectives are realized they disappear into thin air.
 
The people who treat you lower are the priests.
 
They are more dangerous than the above category.
They treat you like slaves.
You have to remove your shoes and hats for no valid reason.
At Gatambe one has to raise the backside, which I never do and pretend to have a serious back problem.
 
Raising the sarong falls onto the opposite spectrum.
 
There are some, including my relatives and friends, especially in Colombo who want, the same religious and slavish treatment and I have 1000 and odd reasons including global warming to fend them.

If I am asked to remove shoes (my comfort), I say I got a sore infectious heal or foot and remain in the vehicle and won't get down even for a chat.

I get my jobs (rarely now) and come home quietly late at night.

Staying overnight in Colombo is pain in the Arxx.

What I hate the most is the air-conditioning (serious air pollution including CO poisoning) of vehicles.
If they offer me a ride I refuse, saying, I prefer a quiet walk (never in this blessed city even on a Poya Day).
In fact, I had three hour walk (could have finished in half an our without the traffic).
But climbing Dharmaraja Climb on the new road was more arduous.
The road is meant for vehicles only and I could not find a water tap to moisten my dry lips.

Banking in Ceylon

If not for the money coming from overseas banks, I would be a pauper.
But I get a notice from Income Tax Department.
I filled it up and stated my local worth is less than 5000 a month, A liTtle over 150 for a DAY.
It is not worth the paper that carried the intimation OF TAX REGISTRATION.
In this country Deal Dasas and Mara Palas who are taking us round the mulberry bush.
Big guns are not caught in the small net.
We need a net wider than the Indian Ocean and Pacific Ocean.
That is where the money is hidden.
Not in the Central Bank of  Ceylon.
 
This country is a heaven for Kudu Mudhalalis from time immemorial, from SLFPs Tennison Edirisooriya to Mara Pala's Regime.

Cloud Watching

A decade ago, I could look at the sky, of cloud pattern and the direction and I could decide to carry an umbrella or not.
Not any more with global warming taking its effects.
The recent cyclone epitomizes the scenario.
Today, within 24 hours clouds are moving in opposition direction.
I cannot say, is it the North East or South West monsoon?
Old days it was the beginning of the South West monsoon.
I would not predict the weather for the guys/ girls taking a pilgrimage to Adam's Peak.