sunipa basu
I am suffering from an identity crisis at this age when I am nearing 70 and have retired from active service for several years. It was with ease that I filled up the UPSC form with my personal details - daughter of Dr. S.R. Gupta; home town - Ranchi; Nationality - Indian. When my appointment was published in the gazette which in Hindi is the impressive Bharat Ka Rajpatra, I thought that my identity was well established and settled once and for all. In fact I have attested several certificates and passports in that capacity.
Life was uncomplicated in those days. The office deducted your income tax which you attached along with your returns. During elections you stood in the queue at the voting booth where neighbours knew you well. With time came the PAN card and the Voter Id card which became your badge of honour. With the digital age when you became mobile and began using digital devices these cards assumed Frankenstein proportions. While it is true that almost everything can be done online at the last destination one has to produce the photo ID card to confirm that "you are you". Your friendly bank will every now and then ask for your KYC (know your customer) which means producing your PAN card, Voter card or even better your Passport. The frequency of this identification parade goes up as and when a scam hits the headlines. The positive fallout is that photo studios and photocopying shops do brisk business. Earlier your hand bag contained your keys, your purse and your specs now I make it a point to have my ID card, PAN, voter, ration and mediclaim cards along with several copies of my stamp size photograph.
But matters come to a head with the announcement of the UID or Aadhaar Card which was supposed to be the mother of all cards. To give due credit to the authorities camps were held in different localities to fill up the requisite forms and take your biometric photo and finger prints. But as luck would have it I missed out on this camp as I was out of station. And thereby hangs a tale. I promptly decided that since I have already lived more than three fourths of my life without Aadhaar I could survive the rest without one. This was the happy situation till the government decided to make Aadhaar the basis of its ambitious DCTS or the direct cash transfer scheme that was meant to give its citizens a taste of real democracy or the freedom of choice. I for one belong to that regressive group that revels in not having to make a choice, though my status as a well educated working woman who had a love marriage belies that. I did not have much of a choice in any of these matters including marriage since it was the one and only proposal that I received.