Eeprikka had asked for my perspective on the roles that Indian women play. Believe me, I did rack my brains to find out if I have anything unique to say. But no, not really. I am all that – Woman, daughter, sister, mother and wife (in that order) and have done and seen it all. I am so ordinary in my thinking that as long as something is not within my sphere of influence, I really don’t bother about it and to an extent even stop thinking about it.
Take for instance the tsunami in Japan – other than putting in some money towards the relief fund what else can I do? Nothing, nada, zilch....so all I do is scan the news like crazy and then switch off my grey matter when I get to bed.
OK now back to the topic at hand. There is one role that Indian women rarely play – one of a detective and that my friends is THE role that I play regularly and without shame. This is a long tale and you have been warned.
Now before I begin, let me say this...for this could be the root problem of my itch. I am jealous, yes JEALOUS of people who have the drive to study and make a success of themselves from what they have studied. Money makes me envious and that I can look beyond. But show me a person who has done a Phd or a specialization in say Medicine or something like that and I get green with envy. (Partly because I am one of those snobs that went against the grain and got a degree in Hotel Management!)
So my story begins in 2004, I had known DH, my boyfriend then, for a whole year. We corresponded regularly – with DH in UK and me in Dubai. The unique thing about our relationship was that we both were not divorced from our respective spouses. At the time, I had been separated for four years from my ex and DH for about 2 years from his wife. Things snow-balled quite quickly between DH and me.
We both knew we wanted to get married (to each other); so while the divorce proceedings were going on, I decided to quit my job in Dubai, stay with DH for a while and then get married here in the UK if things worked out fine. Now before people raise their eyebrows. Yes I cared two hoots about what people thought. If I had to get married a second time, there was no way in the world that I would do that without living with the guy for a few months and making love to this person a few times. Yes you heard me right. Would you ever buy a car without test driving it and checking its performance? And pleassseee...spare me the oh-I-am-pure thoughts.
Let’s move on with the story. So while DH went to work daily, I was at home cleaning the place, putting my touches and generally snooping around – including checking stuff on DH’s computer. During one of my stints, I happened to find a document containing some email passwords. Like a normal born-inquisitive person I did what came naturally to me. I got on to yahoo and checked my DH’s emails and because DH was the one who made a yahoo account for his ex-wife, the document had her email password as well.
Ignorance is bliss....so true. I say it from experience.
To know more about what happened next, come back to read part 2.
Pls tell me...have you snooped on your husband’s past? Do you have any story to tell? Do share.
Take for instance the tsunami in Japan – other than putting in some money towards the relief fund what else can I do? Nothing, nada, zilch....so all I do is scan the news like crazy and then switch off my grey matter when I get to bed.
OK now back to the topic at hand. There is one role that Indian women rarely play – one of a detective and that my friends is THE role that I play regularly and without shame. This is a long tale and you have been warned.
Now before I begin, let me say this...for this could be the root problem of my itch. I am jealous, yes JEALOUS of people who have the drive to study and make a success of themselves from what they have studied. Money makes me envious and that I can look beyond. But show me a person who has done a Phd or a specialization in say Medicine or something like that and I get green with envy. (Partly because I am one of those snobs that went against the grain and got a degree in Hotel Management!)
So my story begins in 2004, I had known DH, my boyfriend then, for a whole year. We corresponded regularly – with DH in UK and me in Dubai. The unique thing about our relationship was that we both were not divorced from our respective spouses. At the time, I had been separated for four years from my ex and DH for about 2 years from his wife. Things snow-balled quite quickly between DH and me.
We both knew we wanted to get married (to each other); so while the divorce proceedings were going on, I decided to quit my job in Dubai, stay with DH for a while and then get married here in the UK if things worked out fine. Now before people raise their eyebrows. Yes I cared two hoots about what people thought. If I had to get married a second time, there was no way in the world that I would do that without living with the guy for a few months and making love to this person a few times. Yes you heard me right. Would you ever buy a car without test driving it and checking its performance? And pleassseee...spare me the oh-I-am-pure thoughts.
Let’s move on with the story. So while DH went to work daily, I was at home cleaning the place, putting my touches and generally snooping around – including checking stuff on DH’s computer. During one of my stints, I happened to find a document containing some email passwords. Like a normal born-inquisitive person I did what came naturally to me. I got on to yahoo and checked my DH’s emails and because DH was the one who made a yahoo account for his ex-wife, the document had her email password as well.
Ignorance is bliss....so true. I say it from experience.
To know more about what happened next, come back to read part 2.
Pls tell me...have you snooped on your husband’s past? Do you have any story to tell? Do share.
6 comments:
Isnt it contradictory to say you are a snob for having done hotel management but are envious of people who do medicine or PhDs?
well? well? what happened... can't bear the suspense..
I knew the ex-boyfriend's password. He gave it to me because he worked in the IT field and he wasn't allowed to login to gmail(his primary email id) while at work. And he didn't have internet access at home. So I had the job of checking his emails and responding to some, at times.
His ex(who he was umm still sleeping with and I had no clue) had send him a super corny email about the last time they'd spent together. And the guy had luckily(?) checked his emails that day and deleted that mail. I logged in to his id later that day and while clearing his inbox(that got a lot of spam)deleted an important mail by mistake and I went to the Trash folder to retrieve it. And ta-daaa! What do I see there? The stupid guy didn't delete his ex's email from the trash.
Looks like the universe was kind to me. In no time, I was out of that relationship and now I'm single and happy knowing that there are a lot more fishes in the pond!
Hey Anonymous (the one who commented on my studies) - you have hit the nail spot on....
I thought I was being cool by doing Hotel management. Fact is I was just not that confident of dedicating my life to studying medicine that could easily take 10 years to complete (with a specialization).
We grow, we change, we learn, our perspectives change and 20 years later I know better.
Chinty
Hi Revs - thanks for coming back.
You know I can't understand why people would share their passwords, in DH's case save it in a word document.
Now before I call DH a fool, I have to say that I do the same in an excel file, but I do password protect the file. So there is no way in hell that someone can log in to my account!
Hope to see more comments from you.
Chinty
oooh, realised i'd missed a post when i read the latest one..kept that on hold and have to say, this has the makings of a good story.. thanks for taking up the tag!
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