Cyber Crime and Security

Juice Jacking      It was April 2012. I was travelling with my daughter to Singapore. After taking the boarding pass            from the check in counter and completing rest of the security checks, we boarded the plane. My seat      was behind two rows from my daughter's seat. A gentleman was sitting in the window seat near her.         Prima facie, he seemed to be working at the Government Intelligence Bureau. He was busy working      on his iPad. It took a while for the take-off of the aircraft. Since my daughter was small, she did not feel as comfortable enough to sit close to a stranger. I requested him to exchange the seats. He immediately agreed. I sat by the window seat near my daughter. Just a few days ago, I started using Smartphone. So I was particularly excited to use WhatsApp and Facebook. I took my phone. But its battery was only 15% left. The phone needed charging. I got the charger out of my handbag, removed the charger's AC adapter and connected it to the USB po

  Vicious Circle Sadhana opened the door to her daughter Gauri's room and stepped inside. A kind of sad, hopeless silence filled her mind. It had been fifteen days to Gauri’s demise. Sadhana opened her closet. With that, memories of Gauri flashed in her mind. She let out her tears. The question had been harassing her again and again "At the early age of seventeen, what happened exactly, that Gauri wanted to end herself?" Taking a close look at the neatly draped garments, she opened the drawer beneath. The drawer contained Gauri's hairpins, bands, and other accessories along with a diary.  She picked up the diary and overlooked its pages. In the diary, Gauri had made some notes by date. Sitting in a nearby chair, Sadhana began to read. 30/03/2018 Today is very boring. I even don’t have the mood to study. It seems that Mom may be late. What will she do? Due to year endings, she will have more work in the bank. If Dad would have been there, Mom would not have to do

    Ransom ware   On12 th May 2017, seven o'clock in the morning, Amisha woke up as usual. Quickly getting out of bed, she stretched her arms tight, slugged her head and entered the washroom. Amisha was doing masters in Information Technology. That was her last semester. She was going to present her final project after 8 days. She opened her laptop. There were a few final changes left on the slides of the project presentation. When the laptop was started, she typed the password and waited for the Windows desktop screen.  What the hell?! The laptop screen looked a little different.  On the red background screen, a large message appears in yellow, "You cannot use any of your documents, photos, videos and databases, because all the files are encrypted. It does not make sense to spend time trying to recover them. You can recover your files using our decryption service only. For this you will have to pay nine hundred dollars within three days in the form of bit coins at the web ad

  Trojan Trap       Priya was a middle class girl from a small town in Maharashtra. For her higher studies, she was                 living in Mumbai in a one room apartment. After college and coaching class, she used to spend her time in social networking and chatting. She did not bother to chat with unknown persons. For that she made use of her laptop as she didn't want to share her cell phone number with anybody. Once she got a friend request from an unknown person, Rahul Sharma (as per his profile). She was very much impressed by his attractive profile and accepted his request. Instead of chatting on social networking site, He invited her to chat on a popular messenger where video chatting was easily possible. They both used to chat with each other daily 2-3 hours. Priya got addicted to chatting with Rahul with her webcam switched on. She kept her laptop and internet connection always on. As and when she got time, she used to ping Rahul. She told him too that whenever po

  Minu: Smartphone may cause Data Leak   It’s about 7:30 in the evening; I shut down the laptop and got up giving necessary instructions to my office assistant to close the office. As I was about to leave, my mobile phone rang.  "Hello Aunty!! Minu here…" Minu’s voice seemed to be upset from beyond. "What happened?" I asked with a little bit worry.  Minu is my friend's beautiful, clever daughter and my student too. Two months ago, her marriage was fixed. "I want to meet you right now, where are you?" She asked anxiously.  “Come immediately, I'm still in the office." I replied and disconnected the phone and asked my office assistant to go. 15 minutes later, Minu was sitting in front of me. Her eyes were red. It seemed that she kept crying for a long time. She was still filling her eyes. I offered her water to drink and let her calm down then asked, "Minu…What’s the matter?"  In response, she held her mobile phone in front o