I, Me And My Digital Cave
http://www.southasianconnection.com/articles/444/1/I-Me-And-My-Digital-Cave/Page1.html
Samuel Thambusamy
Samuel Thambusamy’s interests are in Popular Culture, Theology and Politics. He has a Master of Theology (M.Th) degree from the Senate of Serampore University. He has served in a wide range of ministries such as children, youth, church and development ministries. He is now involved with Wisdomtree and reaches out to young people through cultural apologetics. He lives with his wife Lanusenla and daughter Vandana Yujasola in Chennai, India By Samuel Thambusamy
Published on 10/21/2009
Who am I?, I log-in as a user-name. Key-in protected life-passwords, to prove I am ‘me’. Elsewhere, it is a 4 digit PIN. I enjoy online status. Faceless existence. Multiple Identities. I juggle ‘this-is-how-I-look-now’ profile images . . . . Am I my image? Am I my profile? Am I myself, after my 15 minutes of fame? Is this my alter-ego? Or am I just trying to be me? Can anyone know the real ‘me’?
Who am I?
I log-in as a user-name.
Key-in protected life-passwords
to prove I am ‘me’.
Elsewhere, it is a 4 digit PIN.
I enjoy online status.
Faceless existence.
Multiple Identities.
I juggle ‘this-is-how-I-look-now’ profile images.
Cry attention through
Huff-puff-and-bluff posts.
Tweet one-liners.
I blog.
An interesting post in one.
A likeable quote in another.
Post a ‘I-know-it-all’ comment.
and ‘I-did-this-but-you-didn’t’ picture.
Even, knot my faith with community threads.
I blog, therefore I must E-xist.
Believe my digital avatar
Live my lie with me.
As you watch me in digital fish-bowls
where mpegs and megabytes reel endlessly.
Am I my image?
Am I my profile?
Am I myself, after my 15 minutes of fame?
Is this my alter-ego?
Or am I just trying to be me?
Can anyone know the real ‘me’?
Blame it on the digital age
But then…
Who is it that speaks,
these faint mental quotes?
CTRL + ALT + Mental-delete
Back online.
Refresh page.
I enter my ‘personal cave’.
My disneyland.
A willful prisoner, chained to the links
in the supposedly ‘free’ world of cyberspace
I stare at my interactive ‘Mirror of Erased’.
Endless ‘make-believe’ digital projection.
Public display of ‘give-it-to-me’ attractions.
I see me as I want to be.
Who am I? Does anyone care?
Tell me, the Great I AM.
PS: Where can I hide from you? God, you know the ‘real’ me. Even if I make an ‘escape’ into virtual spaces where I am known only by my username you know me. Or if I am logged in the invisible mode in my ‘personal cave’, you know me. If am on FB with a made-up face and a bluff-post you know me as I am. If I get lost in a seemingly endlesss google search you know me as I am. You are here. Everywhere.
Who am I?, I log-in as a user-name. Key-in protected life-passwords, to prove I am ‘me’. Elsewhere, it is a 4 digit PIN. I enjoy online status. Faceless existence. Multiple Identities. I juggle ‘this-is-how-I-look-now’ profile images . . . . Am I my image? Am I my profile? Am I myself, after my 15 minutes of fame? Is this my alter-ego? Or am I just trying to be me? Can anyone know the real ‘me’? Who Am I? Does Anyone Care?
Who am I?
I log-in as a user-name.
Key-in protected life-passwords
to prove I am ‘me’.
Elsewhere, it is a 4 digit PIN.
I enjoy online status.
Faceless existence.
Multiple Identities.
I juggle ‘this-is-how-I-look-now’ profile images.
Cry attention through
Huff-puff-and-bluff posts.
Tweet one-liners.
I blog.
An interesting post in one.
A likeable quote in another.
Post a ‘I-know-it-all’ comment.
and ‘I-did-this-but-you-didn’t’ picture.
Even, knot my faith with community threads.
I blog, therefore I must E-xist.
Believe my digital avatar
Live my lie with me.
As you watch me in digital fish-bowls
where mpegs and megabytes reel endlessly.
Am I my image?
Am I my profile?
Am I myself, after my 15 minutes of fame?
Is this my alter-ego?
Or am I just trying to be me?
Can anyone know the real ‘me’?
Blame it on the digital age
But then…
Who is it that speaks,
these faint mental quotes?
CTRL + ALT + Mental-delete
Back online.
Refresh page.
I enter my ‘personal cave’.
My disneyland.
A willful prisoner, chained to the links
in the supposedly ‘free’ world of cyberspace
I stare at my interactive ‘Mirror of Erased’.
Endless ‘make-believe’ digital projection.
Public display of ‘give-it-to-me’ attractions.
I see me as I want to be.
Who am I? Does anyone care?
Tell me, the Great I AM.
PS: Where can I hide from you? God, you know the ‘real’ me. Even if I make an ‘escape’ into virtual spaces where I am known only by my username you know me. Or if I am logged in the invisible mode in my ‘personal cave’, you know me. If am on FB with a made-up face and a bluff-post you know me as I am. If I get lost in a seemingly endlesss google search you know me as I am. You are here. Everywhere.