Killing time

I recently found out that I am distantly related to a prominent journalist and gay rights activist, famous for his scandalous comments on prime time television. Since he is related to my mother (a distant uncle), she now has to endure endless ribbing about having gay relatives from my father. I, however, was fascinated, and I quickly googled him. I found out that he runs a popular gay magazine and I went on to explore the gay sub-culture in Mumbai .I knew this was voyeuristic, but I couldn't stop myself .I found myself poring over blogs by gay people and visiting gay chat rooms. I completely sympathize with gay people but I was disturbed with the ease with which I took to spying on people. The fact that I could do all this anonymously made it easier.Perhaps its human nature.Perhaps one is always fascinated with what is considered taboo. Or a sign that one needs to get a life!