English

 

 

 DEAR DAUGHTER

 

Must you see my footprints, then see

And find my eyes in them

And search not

With a telescope a pole star

This time

 

Watch with your naked eyes the abundance of anonymous stars

Their varying sheen.

 

Must you see my footprints, then see

And find my ears in them

And listen not

To the talks of destination

This time

 

Hear the rustles of the wind and wander

 

Must you see my footprint, then see

And smell them carefully,

They will have some fragrance

Breathe. Deep

And recognize the air, the water, the laughter, the free will.

 

Must you see my footprints, then see

And judge not

How far, how many, how big, what shape

 

Just know, at which doors they halted and gazed

Perplexed

Upon hearing the mysterious tunes

From anonymous chambers of the heart

 

And ignoring moved on

In the urgency to arrive

 

There, just there, at those doors

stop, knock, enter

 

Must you see my footprints, my daughter

See, hear, smell, perceive -

And imprint

your own.

 

 

 

 

AHAM DATA ASMI

(I AM DATA)

 

(Almost every action of ours is a contribution towards our digital avatar.)

 

I am data

 

A click on the beach - data

A tap payment in a salon - data

A selfie in a train - data

 

My birth is hassle free and fun

Touch - swipe – insert - and I am conceived

 

No, not in a biological womb, this baby ‘me’ is grows globally

Every tap, touch, swipe passes on a DNA

Takes away a bit of me and converts it into a byte – a data byte

 

My behaviour gets captured in rows and columns

My preferences in 0s and 1s

I am transforming from analogue into digital,

from vivid into black and white,

from decimal into binary

I am becoming Data

 

My talking – captured, my writing – captured, my watching – captured

My thinking, who knows? perhaps that too!

 

And carrying super sophisticated phones and cards

Like my own guns and knives pointed at me

I self-attack

I shoot me; I cut me; I make me a commodity in the big data market

 

For them to predict - what I eat - Meat, vegetarian or vegan?

I may pretend to be something else but they would know -

if I am Louis Vuitton or Primark; H & M or Zara

Comedy, tragedy or romance

What do I surf at night

 

I am expanding like never before

In Face book, Twitter, Instagram, You tube, Google,

In Cloud ’s too

 

I am gaining weight - am I ready to be born?

How much do I weigh - I GB? 2GB? 3GB? 3GB is good!

 

 

Caesarean – Scissors - Cut - Copy – Paste – Collate

Download …

And I am delivered - In a chip

 

They would buy me

To win elections, to design new collection

To optimise their stocks, to spam my mail box

To make new marketing strategies, to lure me out of me –

They would buy me, cleanse me, maintain me

 

Even when I die, they wouldn’t let me die

I will be ash on the ground, but alive in the grid

Stuck- waiting to be released; waiting to be deleted

 

From dust to data – BIG DATA

I am data

Aham Data Asmi!