Identity theft

A large sum has been swindled out of my bank account. The police says it’s a case of identity theft. Someone has used my credentials to log in the system.

Registering complaints is a long drawn out tedious process. I hit the bed after calling eleven numbers, talking to six un-cooperative customer care officers and sending 10 emails.

I’ve subscribed to four Youtube channels which talk about cyber security. ‘Data is the new oil’ says one of them. So, my personal details are oiling someone else’s fraudulent machinery…

Idly, I wonder what it would be like for that thief to pretend being me to clean my bank accounts. What if he has to continue being me, and deal with all the hassles that I face?


I wake up in the morning to find that I can’t recall my name, identity or past. 

There are helpful people around who tell me who I am, what is expected of me, and what I need to do to keep things moving on tracks familiar to them. I restart life.

The person I see in the mirror is not me. How have I lived with this stranger for so long?

But who and where is that ME? Companions say this is what I’ve always been – a handful of clay moulded by authoritative figures, and that I’m on the fastest path to success.


A crystal ball gazer tells me about an identity theft. I am not the person I’m given to believe that I am. 

Don’t you feel like a fraud living a life carved out of others’ expectations and information? You are playing a role, not living your life.

Then, who am I?

The journey of life is about making that discovery, she says.

I expect to hear a mocking laughter from those who created me. But that is such am amorphous group with no identity of its own, like all those thieves and un-cooperative officers. Is that what you vaguely refer to as ‘the system?’


I walk into the police station to declare that it was indeed me who did those transactions. I am the fraudster. I am the victim.

“A case of schizophrenia?” The officer stares at me through his thick glasses, “You ought to be sent to a psychiatrist, but right now, I’m just cancelling the complaint. Go find which is the real you, and who holds your lost assets?”


16 thoughts on “Identity theft

  1. Losing our identity because we no longer know ourselves is daunting and even haunting. This is one for the psychiatrists and even then if you are a stranger to yourself, how will an outsider be able to help you. I don’t know if I got the gist of your piece but it is an exceptionally good read.

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    1. Thank you! The gist is we live on imposed identities moulded by social expectations, rather than our true selves. We actually don’t know or have forgotten that true self, unless those inner voices say I don’t wanna do this.

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  2. Oh my gosh, Reena! 😱😱😱 I’m so sorry this happened to you. I can’t even imagine what you’re going through and to not get cooperation from those who are supposed to help you just compounds it. I hope and pray you get this sorted out.

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