Question

write an autobiography of you being an id-card

Answer 1

hi iam id card .I am hooked our neck and see the world and help you to give your identy

Answer 2

I am the very little thing that you’re provided with when you get admitted to a workplace or an institution, and I have imprinted upon myself details about you with a picture of you. As the name suggests, I am a palpable preview of your identity. People often call me as ID card, I know people don't even consider me as a part of their life, but I really am a vital part of their day to day existence. People use me only when I am needed, they don’t consider me as something important, and this sometimes makes me feel that my existence is forsaken. Unless I am required, most of the people don’t even know where I am kept, or rather I shall express it as I don’t even know where I am lying. Sometimes I think had I not been there, would it be a much of difference, and would things be the same as they are in my presence? Would my iota existence be missed by them? I know there is no one to answer these to me. I have a lot of complaints but I am not even made by God, that I could blame him for my making. Man made me and forgot my importance, my existence. Blaming them is of no much use, they’re already over flown with blames.

          I don't like being disrespected; people find it shameful carrying me in their neck tags, why? Am I a punishment given to you, I’m your facade, I am your identity, I depict as to where you belong. As long as people need me, I’m taken care of, but no sooner do they leave the work place, than they put me away. Even I want people to revere me, be proud in keeping me with them, and also to handle me carefully. They day people forget taking me along to their workplace; they face troubles, get scolding, but even in this kind of situation, people abuse, and curse and slang me. What had I done to deserve that? But I have no ability to speak, unlike humans. I am a part of people’s uniform, their attire, and I add to their personality, but they don't accept it that way. Although there are some people who have pride in having me because they understand well that I tell about them in a gist, that too without words, they take care of me, keep me in a proper place when I am done with. I cherish it when I am treated with respect and importance.

          Although I expect that someday, people will realize my value and consider me of importance in their day to day living. Maybe people will find me of necessity apart from the uniform-mandatory perspective. I hope that I will be taken care of properly, in distant future, unless I am replaced by some new technology. I know what it feels like being treated like of no importance. After all, I’m just an identity card.