In today’s world, a person’s identity has been reduced to numbers. If I talk about myself, in class I am Roll No. 97, the hostel in-charge knows me as a resident of Room no. 312, for the people who wants to contact me, I am identified by a phone no. If I go to any government office, I am either known by my PAN, Driving licence no. or account number. While travelling, I am a passenger who is known by PNR no. If we track our conversation, where-ever we go, we are asked at-least one number like “What is your account no., Ma’am”, “What was the cheque no. that you deposited”, “Can you send me your phone no.”, “Do mention your roll no.”, “What is your laptop’s serial no.?”, “Your house no.?”….. and more numbers.
It is strange but that’s the best way to track people. But at times, it seems that we lack that special recognition and are just a part of crowd. May be this is why the people close to us, our family, loved ones and friends become so valuable to us. No matter where you are, you remain special to them. For them, my voice, my face, my silence, my smile or just my name is enough. I wish I have more and more valuable relationships where “I” am known without the help of any NUMBER.
It is strange but that’s the best way to track people. But at times, it seems that we lack that special recognition and are just a part of crowd. May be this is why the people close to us, our family, loved ones and friends become so valuable to us. No matter where you are, you remain special to them. For them, my voice, my face, my silence, my smile or just my name is enough. I wish I have more and more valuable relationships where “I” am known without the help of any NUMBER.
