When trolls come out to play online communities are thrown into a tizzy and the person at whom the tirade is directed is devastated. Its akin to a mind rape where your insides are ripped apart by deliberate vicious words by a troll whose only intention is to feel empowered online.

I am used to hate mails, people send me mails hoping that I rot in hell, lose all my limbs etc but for the first time I faced hatred on the comment board on Desicritics.org on my article about Aishwarya Rai In Cannes

The troll began to copy paste his vile insinuations across the board , hoping that people would pay heed to his spamming
Despite moderating his words, telling him to restrict his comments to the original thread he continued to act like a gorilla out of his pen. The Desicritics.org comment policy rules were being flaunted and since I was the target somehow I didn't want to be the one to moderate. Here is the transcript though most was edited on the board later on by the moderators:

Even you didn't get my comments, Deepti huney.

If your comment towards Ash was tongue in cheek , so was mine towards you.
Comon you are no stranger to me and my male anatomy from our college days. That rainy afternoon in our our first year when you wanted to shed the sati savitri image. Your lace, your sexiness, your whining, your oomph.....I am kidding honey. Is that disclaimer good now AND this a tongue and cheek comment.
Glad you are now whining on our offensive comments.
Making digs at Ash for some cheap fame is not going to win you any brownies.
"We women on this board fight back no matter how offensive the remarks so can Aish fight her own battles.

If you women want to group together to fight your own battles, so will Ash and her fans will fight the battles with you all. I hope that is fair.
But again the Lambas rule the roost and so also the side kicks.
Watch this space.
You will love Part 1.
Tell those side kicks of yours as well.

You are no stranger to me and my male anatomy. Dont forget our first initmate time together when you were so keen to shed the sati savitri image. That rainy afternoon, your thirst, your oomph, your lace, your wild desire when you first lost your virginity to me.....it was the best ever. I still remember you whining....over our togetherness......

This isn't the type of stuff anyone would like to read on a Saturday afternoon but it wasn't all that upsetting since I have come across enough hard up psychologically defunct men whose only way of trying to disempower a woman is by making sexual allegations:

Go delete all the comments. everyone has recieved those comments in their inboxes as well. And everyone will now see the bitter truth.

When the same is doled out to you, you delete comments left, right center and call this forum a freedom of speech space.

What Ash is to bollywood--- Deepti you are to Desciritics. Both are media persons and have to be very careful before putting their foot in the mouth

Truth is that you are no difference the Bachchans high handed, assertive attitude who misuses power according to her own fancy.
Talking about Ash being insecured, Gosh.... babe I stripped you in sceonds bare in front of the whole world.

Let us now see if Deepti can prove herself yet again but I'm not too sure she would be able to do anything ground breaking in the editorial world since the deleting fiasco clearly showed that the Lambas rule the roost with an iron hand.
Btw...you were great the first time around, very fresh and wanting more.

This fear of women is so easy toplay with when it comes to their bedroom stories,

And then there were those who rode the head honchos coat tails but their comments are immaterial. As such even these obnoxious comments are of little consequence but his mentality clearly reflected the thinking of an online stalker for elsewhere on the board he threatened to spread his spew on my site, on my posts on DC etc.

My first online stalker? I had truly reached the celebrity status but there was little pleasure to be found. He was just a fly that need to be swatted as he buzzed around the board.

There are some who are bitching about me trying to provoke me and those who agreed with me. But it will all die down as it usually does and matters little to me. Just because someone says some shit about me doesn't make it true. Sometimes the best thing to do is just ignore the bully and go on playing in the play ground.

Incidentally here is what Cory Doctorow had to say about trolls:

In extreme cases, you end up with the kind of notorious mess that Kathy Sierra found herself in, in which trolls directed such bilious, threatening noise towards a harmless advocate for "passionate users" in web-applications that she withdrew from speaking at O'Reilly's Emerging Tech conference.

You can deal with trolls in many ways. Many trolls are perfectly nice in real life -- sometimes, just calling them on the phone and confronting them with the human being at the other end of their attacks is enough to sober them up. But it doesn't always work: I remember one time I challenged someone who'd been sending me hate mail to call me up and say the words aloud: the phone rang a moment later and the first words out of my troll's mouth were, "You f*cking hypocrite!" The conversation declined from there.

hen there's the psychological effect of trolling: For a certain kind of person (guilty as charged), flames are nearly impossible to let go of. I get tons of lovely fan mail from people who want me to know how much they liked my books. I love these notes and write short, polite, thank-you letters back to each person. But the memories of these valentines fades quickly. Not so the ill-considered, pseudonymous rant from someone who's convinced that I'm on the take, or who has some half-baked theory about copyright, or who wants to say insulting things about my family, friends, interests or habits.

Those people command my full attention. Many's the time I've found myself neglecting a warm bed, a hot meal, or a chance to go out for a cup of coffee with a friend in order to answer some mean-spirited note from some 16-year-old mouth-breather who achieves transcendence only through pointless debate with strangers. For many of us, our psyche demands that these insults be met and overcome.

When I read the last line it all made sense to me. The only reason why trolls are able to grab our attention is because we want to avenge ourselves. By walking away from that individual on the message board I had silently sent the message across that he mattered little to me and his insinuations were of no consequence.

I switched off my laptop and took the kids out for ice cream. The fellow came back later on, made some more wild filthy accusations but to me he was just another lecherous fellow that we women tend to run into in public places and need to ignored more often than not.