Soul of my fingers.

Movies are the function of our imagination. They prey on the fears, hopes and dreams that people have in general and transmute them into the divine orgy of cinematic cocktail, that fully articulates what has hitherto only been a thought in the minds of it's creators. 

Grains to truth, based some part on the reality that we experience are there t lure us into that world. The movie kingsman for example preys on eh deep seated fear that the masses have in them, of being overrun by the corporate honchos with ever expanding machinery to control them and subtly influence their opinions in the direction that they desire. The story is that a rich media baron gives away free mobile connections, with the purpose of playing with the brains of his customers, to turn them upon each other, to kill each other. 

This way only those who've been given protective chips would survive and therefore further the satanic plot of the movie. Of course the hero saves the world and gets his princess. But we are not here to review pop movies, rather our purpose is more refined. Our purpose is to seek parallels from that fictional world to the real world and create a sense of needless insecurity in the minds of the small community of readers that spend their time searching just for that. Nah, I'm just joking. 

Mukesh Ambani, the Oligarchic mogul of Indian industrial sector wants now to expand his tentacle ( sorry tentacles) into the media business as well. He has a novel way of gaining connections, which is to virtually give away free sim cards which give unlimited bandwidth and phenomenal speeds to it's customers and yes, all of this is free of charge. 

The tiny little speck of dust in the shining plan to give free connectivity and connections to millions of poor people seems to be that of the methodology of enrolling in this plan, which is by giving your fingerprint and the id number of the government biometric card all at once. This seems to me, like giving someone ( who isn't necessarily the most honest person in the history of Indian business since Harshad Mehta was ousted) the entire set of keys and the entire set of locks of your personal information. 

Indians as a rule do not value privacy too much. That's sad for them, say when people barge into the bathroom where they are taking a shower, or squat with them to poop ( all of which is done in the open, oftentimes on high speed railway tracks ( to make the whole process faster I believe) ) . So then, when you have surrendered virtually the privacy of your most intimate moment, then a few fingerprints and the few scans of eyes and so on don't seem to matter that much, do they? 

I have cleverly stayed out of the plan, and even though my mobile connection was made to rival only the dial up networks of 90's, I still won't trade my soul ( or that of my fingers) for some fancy prancy high speed, unlimited data network, for I know that when the time comes, when the Ambanis activate some sort of an evil secret mechanism to steal that data and use it for some nefarious purpose, I would not be a part of the evil grand plan. ( Partly because the slow internet speed makes the entire remaining up to date thingie very challenging)