The face behind the name
The name behind the face.
The man (or woman) with no face....nameless, faceless......
Does it matter? Does anything matter in this ephemeral world which according to the scriptures is an illusion (maya)? Are the scriptures right? Do the scriptures matter in this materialistic world? Or are they anachronisms in a world that is eagerly looking forward to usher in the next un-real reality show. Existential questions which for most part would remain unanswered for the only reason that even the answer I seek is not essential....since nothing matters or nothing else matters. Mettalica would have approved.
Why then the insistence of a face behind the name, the MS ID?
Well, I tinkered with my photograph for a while.....although I went to PowerPoint and tried my darned best to modify the photograph with all the tools that it offered me. Managed to get a black-and-white effect that seemed to complement me in the sense that it was so distorted that it looked better than I ever did or ever will. Went with it for a while. Then got bored. Wondered what I was doing in MS in the first place. Existential questions again of a different sort. Not so confusing or life-consuming that I’m making it out to seem, but then marketing is the name of the game! Went to Google images and searched for a suitable image. Found Elvis. Elvis found me. Whatever. Elvis has left the building, the famous phrase. Building blocks for furtherance of the experience that is MS. And then the rude realisation that with an assumed image that represents your MS ID, you are persona non grata.......for @faisal and gang and that you will never attain your potential or your definition (or perception) of potential, as such.
And then....the realisation that nothing really matters. Back to where we started. Back to the existential questions that must remain unanswered for most part.
One shall reflect......and not necessarily get wiser with the ruthless passage of time.
