I recently went through an interesting experience.i think i came to question one of my fundamental beliefs and well this also resulted in me thinking of interconnected issues which i find hard to express with clarity. So running the risk of the before mentioned, here it is.
For the Sake of brievity i think what i am writing about is trust and information also in a sense what anonymity means to us. i was watching this program the other day (scrubs) , where this doctor asks his collegue why people lie? And to say the truth i really couldn't see a good reason why, at least in the context of medicine. I mean after all doesn't honestly with one's medical examiner give you the best possible chance at good medical service? but i can remember countless times i have lied to a doctor misquoting my symptoms, sometimes to avoid medication and other times to just not be looked at as a sick person. Ok so maybe sometimes to live up to some macho image that my friends would say i am delusional about[;-)].But seriously this irony was well interestingly stark.
Then i came upon another interesting issue that of annonymity,which branched from the earlier. i Have been giving some serious thought to the fact that the internet is a democratic and well if not perfectly so a free space. Speaking to a friend led m e to believe that i must moderate my comments for he believed (and convinced me too) that i would be doing it for my own good. i of course have decided to not do so.(which by no means is proclaiming my total love for human thought and expression and how i am the last standng samaritan who permits people to say stuff they want). Interestingly this throws open another thought which i find quiet perplexing. When the internet is the most democratic and free space that can be thought of at the moment. why are people most afraid to be them selves there? or is it that, the lives they lead are but the mask that is shed?
I speak of the numerous times i have seen myself type erase and retype on messenger the times i have deleted stuff.
well the Point i am trying to make is this . the question is not if i am a person who was ever in a band or watched a film or had a friend called deepak.
The larger question is, isn't it ironic? that when we(or at least i did) dream of a place where just being ourselves is possible it was never a corollary that we would still not be able to get over lying from ourselves....
Random thoughts i admit but well thats what you get when you put a monkey in front of a typewriter and he outsourses the work to me!!