I never dig out this cliche because I generally don’t seem to have a concept of time or memory but…
It only seems like yesterday I signed up for this!
I wanted to blog about a very serious book I wanted to write about some very serious topics. Until, I gave up and cliche number two of the day, decided to go with the flow.
And we are here. Things have been better, but we’re still around. Some of you have even been here for a long, long time. Thanks for all the, what must now collectively be, hours you spent on this little corner of the internet. Thank you very much.
I wouldn’t ask you to leave a comment (because I’ve been crap with replying to those this year) or a like (because we’re all too liberal with our likes. We must only hand them out when we truly mean to). In my heart, I will appreciate your taking the time with this blog past and present, and hopefully the future. Thanks again and happy blogging!
Also, BIG thanks to WordPress for making everything possible.
This is a manifesto/confession I wrote in my first year of college whilst studying English literature. My natural response when it comes to reading old diaries is to cringe, but I pretty much feel the same now, as I did then. I was reading The GoldenNotebook by Doris Lessing last night, where she writes,
Why is their interpretation of the word critic always to find fault?…That valuable person who understands what you are doing, what you are aiming for, and can give you advice and real criticism, is nearly always someone right outside the literary machine, even outside the university system; it may be a student just beginning, and still in love with literature, or perhaps it may be a thoughtful person who reads a great deal, following his own instinct.
For anyone who’s ever felt they’re not clever enough, whether they’re part of the system or not, everytime they’ve interacted with a piece or art, be it literature or music, remember the point of education is to be able to think for yourself and to present your thoughts taking everything into account as much as possible. It’s not sufficient to say, if you are arguing about it, “I don’t like this character/song/….” Why? Bring other people’s opinions in only if they help present YOUR argument better, and not because they have a string of degrees and awards attached to their name.
I usually have a title before I start writing a blog post, but not today. I can feel the adrenaline kicking in, as I dangerously write a blog post on the LibreOffice Writer without saving it. If you asked me to choose between doing that and missing being hit by a speeding motorcyclist by an inch while walking down the zebra crossing with the red traffic light on (an event that took place this past Wednesday), I’d pick the latter. Well, I’d normally pick the latter. But, today I don’t care.
Who is this? Who has replaced the Paranoid Humanoid Amrita we’ve all grown to love and worry about in equal measure? I do wonder sometimes, what you guys really think of the blog and blogger here. Like, if I only had a well-thought out feedback form and survey that claims to take a minute, but results in you putting in several hours of procrastination before you get it done. Does this product you put your time, energy and Wi-Fi package behind really worth, what is the most valuable commodity in the room at any time, your mind?
I saved the post as “Of The Point of Blogging” because those last two sentences were, if I may say so myself and I will have to because I’m the sole worker of this large enterprise, rather good. I’m surprised how well the two sides of my brain work sometimes. I’m not brilliant in maths or anything (though I do like the occasional bit of statistics), but I can sometimes switch from a particularly low thought and recognise if the phrasing of the thought is artistically appealing, record it, and either go back to feeling bad, or feel better by further developing that thought. Call that creative, or opportunistic.
But, you know my unimprovable tendency to meander and before I have any more paragraphs of that, let’s get to the point. The point of blogging, and why I find myself discussing it with you on a hot Sunday evening. Well, since one of my blog posts about writing diaries got featured on Discover, Of Opinions seems to have found a new lease of life. Like some new green shoots have sprung out of it despite no effort on my part. And I’ve not been around with a watering can either. I’m getting comments regularly, and yet I’m not capitalising on the situation. Especially when the blog had been semi-dormant for all of 2018, with only one or two blog posts a month, and if my occasional love of statistics are anything to go by, no views on several days of the months we’ve had so far. It’s been a month after that, and I haven’t blogged since.
Before, I would blog about any old thing. I’d just sit down and get it done, without caring too much about whether it makes sense, whether it is nice to read, or whether it is as perfect as I can make it. Now, and this has been in the making for a while, I just don’t do it, if I don’t have anything I want to say. Which is an absolutely new feeling for me. I distinguish myself by my tendency to talk too much. If I’m out, people aren’t satisfied by checking whether I have a pulse. They have to hear me use enough words until they’re bored to know that yep, I’m still hanging on to this life thing. Not saying anything if I can help it, is not something I do.
But, I’ve had so many comments about writing diaries – which essentially is talking to yourself – that I find I have to start doing what I preach myself. At some point I have to start talking again because, for better or for worse, that is who I am. Take it or leave it.
Another reason for my finally sitting down to talk to you again after a month is actually something that had already happened before. Like I discussed in my blog post on The Daily Post shutting down, I found myself in yet another web content development workshop this week. I was bored being stuck in this thing, where nothing was new to me apart from having to work with Google Sites instead of WordPress. In fact, I might have come across as rather arrogant to the instructor as I told him how to upload videos onto YouTube. Throughout, there was a part of me that wondered how I’d never had to formally learn any of this before, how I’d acquired all this knowledge simply by self-pitying on a regular basis on the internet.
I realised so much can happen to you by self-pitying on a regular basis on the internet.
I was almost motivated to start working on a social media career as I feel stagnant in my present one. But that’s just the opportunist on the left side of my brain talking. What I can do, is stop neglecting this blog and start developing it instead. I’ve had new readers coming in, there must be something about it still that makes it worthwhile. I could insert a form asking you what that is…but, let’s not get ahead of ourselves.
What is the point of blogging then, I hear all you new and old readers ask? Developing skills you might find useful elsewhere, without even realising it. How many people actually worry about the size of URLs when they’re working at their computers? But, you can show them how to do it. If, unlike me, you work with products, you can even build a side income with it. If you have a passion (I’m not going to dimunitize it by calling it a hobby) and always wanted to know if your songs are good or your art is, well, art, go ahead and blog about it. Don’t worry, the trolls are too busy harassing big, giant bloggers to bother you. You get it out there, even if it is something as uninteresting as cleaning routines (which I find immensely interesting myself) and see what happens.
As for me, I will continue to blog because…well, it’s just something I do, right? I can also pack lots of stuff into very small spaces, but let’s not start bragging.
You just tell me why you blog about what you blog down in the comments below.
Tomorrow is the last of my summer holidays. I managed to get more than I expected. I promised myself I’ll do a solid week, but I got a few more days off. I was desperate for this holiday especially, not because it is proper tropical hot (as it should be), but because I was really tired. I have bad knees, Continue reading “Of Mood Swings”→
Yeah, so one of my blog posts has been featured on Discover, here at WordPress. I’m not sure how that happened, but it is one of the best things to have happened to me in weeks! I don’t think my bit was traditionally inspirational, but I suppose my brand of writing inspiration is writing about, uh, not-writing. Whatever it is, as always, it’s you lovely people who make all this happen. You give so much, with very little effort on my part. I’m lucky to have you.
I am a pretty slow-paced person. Sometimes I talk too fast, but that’s because I’m trying to keep up with my mind. And who can have a slow mind in this anxiety-inducing world? Some of us even like it, which is a phenomenon Continue reading “Of Achieving Things”→
As if things weren’t already a bit s**t, The Daily Post is closing down. For those of you who don’t know what that is, well, it is the best part of WordPress. It is what makes WordPress the best blogging website there ever was and will be, and it is the reason why WordPress has a true feeling of community.
Growing up, my father had a system. Everybody in the family, whether child or adult, gets an equal amount of money allotted to them, and they would do their clothes (and shoes and bags and accessories…) shopping for the Indian festive season within that amount. Unless there was an absolute necessity for buying something during the rest of the year (such as new items for school), we didn’t think about getting new clothes. Continue reading “Of The Price of Buying Too Much”→
I have a bit of a storage issue. I have diaries lying around, written from the time I was sixteen till present-ish, that I don’t want to look at and don’t want to throw away either. I also have this fantasy/fear of dying before I’ve made up my mind about them, and suffering from post-mortem embarrassment when someone else reads them, if they can cognize my glorious handwriting, and laugh at my pathetic life. Believe me, those thousands of barely legible pages will not serve as inspiration for a moving eulogy. Continue reading “Of (Not) Writing A Diary”→