Lock Pick

It is rightly said that necessity is the mother of all inventions. As necessity arises, we adapt and learn new skills to combat the situation, something I experienced firsthand when my dad locked my laptop in the cupboard. Before I delve deeper into it, let me relate the background.

It all started when I got my first computer in the sixth grade. It was a 32 MB RAM, 20 GB Hard Disk with WIN 98 PC and then on , I did not need anything else to pass my time with. I was the king of my own world. In the 11th grade, my PC got upgraded to a laptop and to use an over-used phrase, “I was into it”. I loved playing all sorts of games on it, watched a lot of movies and re-runs of various T.V. shows and surfed the net. Nothing else mattered to me. I was very happy in my own world, me and my laptop.
My obsession made my parents all too jittery and they were convinced that nothing good could come out of it. After deep planning and conniving, they came up with the perfect solution, “Lock that damn thing away!” And so began those dreaded days when my dad would lock my sole companion in the cupboard and promptly take the keys away with him. Darn!
I needed my laptop to survive! In a feverish state, I searched everywhere, peeked into every nook and cranny I could access and still those elusive keys remained, well, elusive. With a zero success rate, I came up, in sheer desperation, with the perfect solution I had seen mastered on the endless Scooby doo reruns, pick the lock. And to add to the mix of my outlandish solution, I armed myself with my mom’s hairpin and promptly tried to pick the lock. I inserted the pin a hundred different ways and devised yet another hundred methods of turning and twisting it till after twenty minutes, the fruits of my labor gave way and the lock was now open.
I planned to research and improvise on my new found skill and this is what I found on the internet:

http://www.gregmiller.net/locks/mitguide/mit-guide.html
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PS: I am back to where I started from, zilch, zero. Maybe in the future, something turns up and I am enthused with the necessity to brush the dust of the shelves and re-learn what I have forgotten.