Filter CopyMarch 05, 2009
They say imitation is flattery. Its flattering no doubt, when you get to know that there are people who feel that the crap you write is wort...
They say imitation is flattery. Its flattering no doubt, when you get to know that there are people who feel that the crap you write is worth the process of right click->copy->paste->send to all.
At the start of it all, I was amused when I got an email from Ram saying "You're famous". It was my very own blog post (Deviance Nov 2008) being recycled as an email forward. I scrolled down to check if there was a link or an attribution.
There wasn't any. But whatever, I thought. As long as they thought it was funny, I was ok. What made me happier was that it was now concrete proof that I was kinda famous. Online, atleast.
When the second and the third emails started arriving, I was basking in my own smugness no doubt, but there was a twinge of disappointment. None of them had an attribute. My post continues to be recycled in cyberspace, and its even found a place in shady desi forums (where you can't leave a comment without having images of female genitalia being thrust at you). No attributes, again.
Yesterday, I got a call from a cousin saying I was featured in a magazine. I was naturally surprised, because Vogue/India Today/Seventeen/Outlook hadn't called me for their exclusive interviews...yet. Turned out it was some obscure Tamil magazine published by (catch your breath) The Tamil Brahmin Assosciation.
The alledged picture of mine which had been featured had clearly, clearly been ripped off my flickr photostream!
And surprise surprise, no attribution again. (I could sue those guys, considering all my pictures on flickr are copyrighted as all rights reserved.)
---->Now where have I seen this picture before....
This has made me lose all my belief in online publishing. Takes me back to the days in 2nd standard where I used to come to school with pretty pink pencils only to get them stolen by fellow classmates. My mom stopped buying me those pencils and instead sent me to school with the boring red-black Natraj ones instead. They got stolen even then, but atleast the number of incidents dropped.
I have half a mind to stop publishing on line. I'll tell you why - its not everyday that I come up with ideas like that, and I had intended to get that bit of fiction published. But now, there doesn't seem to be a point, what when half the world had it delivered in their inbox.
Is there any kind of solution to this? I mean, if someone like me is having plaigarism issues, I'm pretty sure the country is going through an originality crisis, plus there are people better than me who are probably having their stuff ripped too.
PS: In case you got my post as a forward too, and if you want to forward it, go ahead, but please link me back. Pretty please.