Shoulder Surfing

This is in a way a sequel to LoudMouth's article titled Amnesia or what. To put it in more apt terms it is actually more of a "cause-effect" relationship.

CLAIMER : This is NOT a fictitious article. It is hence not a figment of my imagination. Any resemblance to any persons living or dead is purely intentional. I am writing this with the cleanest of conscience. What I say is the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth.

What do you do when you are tired of working for a full day? Well you read a blog. And LoudMouth had shouted at the top of his voice (through email) telling us of a new post.

So that is what I did, read LoudMouth's latest post.

Shoulder surfing. For the uninformed, it is the act of standing behind a person and seeing what the person is doing, simply, by following the content on the monitor. Not a very gentlemanly(or lady-ly) act.

My browser was showing text in a small font and I was tired of staring at the stupid CRT screen the full day. Hence, I increased the text size to 120% and sat back to read. Little did I notice that I had fallen victim to shoulder surfing. One person, a female colleague of mine had followed the post and its comments(including mine).

The re-reading (of my comment) was interrupted by a single question "who is that?". Assuming that the "who" meant taran (who had posted a pretty stupid looking photograph of himself), I started telling about LoudMouth. "No no, who is the person that this LoudMouth is describing? Who is that guy?"

Knowing who "the guy"(a fellow blogger) was, I hit "the guy"'s blog. I then had to stop work while my colleague read through most of "the guy"'s posts on my computer.

I then proceeded to show a close up photograph of "the guy", showering praise on him and his intellectual abilities, his research publications and his fan following.

What I saw next amazed me and left me and another colleague of mine shocked. There seemed to be a blush on the cheeks, a glow in the eyes. The facial expression said it all.

LoudMouth had played match maker unintentionally( and I had played my part too). And all it took were one post by LoudMouth, an idiot who could not watch his back and a few posts by "the guy". This was not love at first sight , it was love on first "read".

Shoulder surfing, it seems, had bridged hearts.

I don't write as well as "the guy". I am hoping against hope that someone would read my blog (including this) and maybe, just maybe.....