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Money matters, yet again

I've been in innumerable pecuniary problems ever since my net banking account was disabled owing to five consecutive wrong guesses at the password. Getting a new password itself became an issue and it's only today (2 weeks later) that I've finally been able to apply.

The latest glitch to hit me lied in paying my LIC premium. I tried to make the payment today through the Net but was taken aback to realise that it didn't accept credit card payments through the gateway. I had no choice but to go and make the payment over-the-counter. As usual, I preferred paying by my card, but had enough presence of mind (luckily) to ask...just in case. Therein lied an elevation of my worldly wisdom. LIC didn't accept credit card payments at all!

Life Insurance Corporation is India's largest life insurance company and is fully owned by he Government of India. It currently contributs around 7% of India's GDP.

And we flatter ourselves into believing that we are a software superpower. And we are all set to send a probe to the Moon next year. Way to go.

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