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Documented and Documentary Society

Nothing is authentic unless it is written down. No institution can thrive at the cost of ignoring the record keeping process. Human beings have become sea of data, a plaything for manipulation by media, a case study to discern the pattern and regularity. Education has taken shape of degree, marksheet, and certificates. Quantity is reigning its sovereignty over every possible virtue. Data speaks truth what can't be fathomed by subject. Data reveals what is hidden and hides what might be obvious. But who cares about human's touch when files of document are enough to draw a character. I once visited my alma mater for character certificate. My teacher asked me what is the purpose of my visit to law school. I replied, "Character lene aaya hoon". He responded humorously, "Character Chhod ke gaye the kya?" I had no answer then to respond his query. I learnt the lesson that certificatory sovereignty has alienated humans from their own roots. Max Weber's castigated remarks on "iron cage of rationality" and Michel Foucault's concept of "dynamic normalization", constitute a historicized society, documented and being documented. Any feeling escaped from such symbolization is unauthentically marginalized and otherized. In quest of permanence, a father symbol, humans are loosing the touch of reality, which is in flux. Change can't be captured in a frame of words. It can be felt if mind is receptive enough to experience it.

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