Bar Coded


Who am I…? What do you mean..?

You know who I am..!

What are you playing at?


The same question, again?

Who am I? You KNOW who I am,

Don’t you know my name?


You want me to tell you

Who I am once again,

But don’t want my name?


But… I don’t understand..!

I have to use my name..!

How can I define myself without it…?!!


You want me to introduce myself

Without using-

What was that word you used- PROPS..?!?


What do you mean, props..??!!

Name, profession, relationships,

Aren’t these the building blocks of identity?


Abandon them..! Oh.. but..!!

How will ‘I’ know who I am

If I throw away these… er… tags?


No, I am not a commodity

Sitting under the garish lights

Of an impersonal, soulless supermarket…!


I certainly am NOT..!

I resent that implication intensely..!

How obnoxious you are..!!


My bar-code..! What absolute rot..!

How can a human being

Bear a bar-code ..?!?


Listen, you know what?

I think I’ll catch up with you later,

Right now I need to go.


She had to rush away, escape.

Because the moment he mentioned barcodes,

Her forehead began to itch wildly.


Since that day an eon ago,

she has scrubbed until her fingers bled,

Nails broken, torn from their roots.


She scratched and peeled out

The skin of her forehead

to no avail. She knows now…


The barcode is embedded,

Stamped on her soul.

It can never be erased.


The postage stamp sized

Barcode is the only ground

Beneath her feet.


She doesn’t know how

The rest of the ground disappeared

From under her overnight.


She dare not stir or look down.

For beyond these meager dimensions

Is an unknown, gaping abyss.


Eyes shut tight in terror,

She stands there, balancing herself,

Afraid to loose the illusion she calls her life.


An identity remains unexpressed,

A symphony muted, unheard,

A consciousness dies unlived.


Life steps over the bar code

In one long stride and walks away

Her secrets unrevealed to an imprisoned being…


 Barcode n Freedom








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2 thoughts on “Bar Coded”

  1. Dagny,
    It is really scary!! yeah, the mark of the beast, the bar code implanted on the forehead of each and every one of us.
    well, the way the science and technology are advancing in such a rapid pace, i think the days are not too far before the pishachas would grab us..and scan us with a wand whether we like it or not he..he… to know who we are and what we are and where we are and where we are heading to :)) I hope and pray this wouldn’t happen to me when i am alive.
    good one..and v informative.

    1. Bharathi,

      It scares me too. We seem to have turned into dispensable units… commodities. Our very humanness seems to be under-siege. The ‘more’ demon moves stealthily among us, claiming silent victims, slaying dreams and hopes.
      Unless we wake up… 🙂
      I too hope it won’t happen in my lifetime… it would hurt me to see my kids growing up in that kind of a world. I certainly don’t want them to have to deal with it.

      Thank you for this treat… 🙂

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