My life has been hacked.
By GV Rama Rao, 14th Jun 2012 | Follow this author
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My life was turned upside down when it was hacked. Now I am swimming in cyber space yelling for help. Could you hear my story and help me return home to my loving wife?
My life was hacked.
When I opened my inbox, I found myself in a wrong house with contacts whom I had never known and mail which I couldn’t understand. Initially, I felt like a trespasser and horribly guilty, but curiosity got the better of me.
A new profile.
Finding some request from friends-- his friends, I clicked and waded my way to his Facebook account. His profile and timeline was indeed a revelation as he was everything which I wanted to but could never be. To begin with, he was a scientist with a doctorate in rocket science, a subject which I always used as a metaphor for a horribly difficult subject. Second, he was one generation younger and younger than my younger daughter. I envied him as he didn’t go through the travails I had experienced in the license and permit Raj before liberalization of our economy.
A precocious child, a brilliant student and not a mediocre like me, he had gone to the USA for higher studies and returned to India only after obtaining a PhD. A younger man full of grey cells and an expert in rocket science; the profile was too attractive to let go. After all, I didn’t trespass into his house by intention, and I was not liable for any damage to his profile or professional reputation.
His photo in the profile was, however, disappointing. Not dashing and debonair, he showed a poor dress sense. He looked nondescript and even ugly to a certain extent.
His wife.
When I scrolled down, I found his wife, was a young, gorgeous lady with lustrous dark tresses framing her lovely face and a bright smile providing an all pervading aura to her entire being. I couldn’t help looking at her a minute longer than necessary, although I could see she was younger than my daughters.
Above all, he had written in one of the messages specifically, he had no brother-in-law. What a relief to have no self proclaimed know all of a brother-in-law? This aspect of his profile appealed to me so much that I decided to stick to my new ID, come what may.
Other attractions.
Fortunately, good sense prevailed, and I signed out and stepped out of the virtual world. The real world equally baffled me, for I found a bank of computers in front of me with designs, which I couldn’t make head or tail of, and mathematical equations too difficult to decipher. I realized I was in a wrong room for I had only a desk top and laptop in my study.
As I was figuring out how I had landed in a wrong house, the maid walked in with a cup of tea. She was no ordinary run of the mill maid. Dressed in a colorful sari, she looked buxom and quite fetching. Further, when she set the tea tray on the table, she bit her lower lip and gave me a strange look I had not seen for a few decades. The study room, the ambiance in the house, and the maid were far different from what they were in my house.
Home front.
I had been waging a relentless war against cancer of my wife and suffering an overbearing and intrusive brother in law. My honorable intentions had gone awry, and I contemplated to stick to my new ID.
Opportunity knocks only once, and it would be foolhardy on my part to ignore it. Wavering in my decision, I zigzagged to the dining room and took my seat for breakfast as was my wont. The maid served a plateful of breakfast which I always hated.
Disillusionment started setting in, and I looked for the familiar spot where my wife normally stocked my B/L. To my horror, I found no such cabinet, and discreet inquiries revealed the owner of the house was an absolute teetotaler. The maid had never heard of B/L and didn’t know what it looked like.
( For readers new to my blogs B/L= Black Label whiskey.)
I ran back to the study and rushed into the cyber world. Although frail and emaciated, my wife was full of love for me. I missed her badly. I couldn’t think of a life without her. Nor could I live without my B/L, my second love. “I can handle my B-I-L,” I told myself and started searching for my own space. I want to get back ASAP, and I appreciate any help from my fans and friends.
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14th Jun 2012 (#)
Nice Story, i especially liked the initial buildup.
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15th Jun 2012 (#)
My dear Shaunak Vats,
Many thanks for your comment.
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14th Jun 2012 (#)
You kept me going throughout the whole tale. Good work.
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15th Jun 2012 (#)
My dear Peter,
Many thanks for your comment.
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14th Jun 2012 (#)
Nice article. My website was once hacked and it is not a pleasant tale.
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15th Jun 2012 (#)
My dear bronnamdi,
Thank your stars it was only your website. Here, My lament was about my whole life.
Thanks for your comment.
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19th Jun 2012 (#)
Good story. My cat, Mushroom Davis's facebook page was hacked. Before I knew it, he was selling Ipods on facebook. And I didn't even know he could type. He got kicked off the site. I had to start another facebook page for him.
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19th Jun 2012 (#)
My dear ICANANSWER,
I can answer your problem. Never trust a cat.
Thanks for your comment.
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21st Jun 2012 (#)
We are all blessed and what we possess have been given for a purpose! Interesting read from beginning to end dear GVR, and hope your B-I-L reads this to understand your predicament! Also BL is safe within reach! siva
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22nd Jun 2012 (#)
Hey, Siva,
Here you go again on your philosophical track.
Take it easy man.
This is all just for a laugh.
Tell me do you smile often?
Or go with a serious face like the bean counters do in the USA?
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22nd Jun 2012 (#)
What a good tale, you had me from the beginning to the very last word. Nice one. Thank you for sharing.:)
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23rd Jun 2012 (#)
My dear Denise O,
Many thanks for your appreciation.
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14th Aug 2012 (#)
Cute I liked it a lot
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15th Aug 2012 (#)
My dear Katherine Johnson,
Many thanks for your comment.
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