from “ identity to ID ”

It was the season of exams …” beware of the ides of March “ …they said …I made these feeble attempts at memorising as much as I could …Turns out …the best that I could do was distinctly remember my roll number…the only thing that my fried brains retained while it let go of everything that was to be “ unknown “…

This was when I was to put my memory skills to test ( in vain ) to show that I could graduate from school …and also , the first time I realised , that , amidst the thousands who wrote those exams …I was a mere statistic…

Decades flew by and my identity morphed from one identification number to another …and my paraphernalia…which used to be a bag of memories …soon turned into a deck of codes …

At one point in time …we used to be people with compelling stories and now we seem to have become a race of compelling data…

We are beyond… gender , size , shape and colour…now …we also feature as fractions and decimals…