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Writing a Blog

It's not easy, but then who gives a damn?

This is the exact response I got from an uninterested human being, who, under no known circumstances (rest assured, I didn't give in that easily!), would read my blog. Not that I am a very persuasive person. And there's nothing that enticing about my blog either.

"Why should I waste my time in your blog when I am connected to the whole world on the internet?" he very correctly points out.

"There is an article about music!" I try hard.

"Haah! Why write music? Are you mad? Music is for listening, not writing. I don't understand this culture. Writing about music, writing about food! Food is meant to be eaten!! Next thing you say is you wrote about football!"

"Actually I did write something about football. It's about Manchester United, you know!" I resort to desperate measures.

"Hmm. You and your Manchester United!" and he proceeds about how our generation have the most awkward hobbies and how things were better in his times.

So why do I blog? I ask myself. What is the fun in giving words to thoughts that no one cares about? Just because I curse the capped bugger, doesn't mean people will stop idolising him, neither will talking highly of masterpieces like Swades, Aamir and others, make people watch them. No one cares how obsessed I am with music or Manchester United. Why write at all?

I for one write because I love doing so. It is something that I enjoy. Writing a blog makes me feel like committing to a passion that is so stable inside of me. It is as satisfying as playing soccer or strumming a guitar!

Deep inside of insane people like me, who tend to make words rhyme or paragraphs meet, lies desires of sharing out writings with the world. And I love reading what others write, because for me words are just thoughts and the arranging those thoughts into words is art. An art that creates an image that defines us, defines our tastes, our likes and dislikes; and also gives us the satisfaction of creation. And in the course of this sharing, we find people who have similar look out towards life. So even writing a blog can have its social contributions.

So, why do I blog? Aye, those who don't will never know!

Comments

  1. Writing "a" blog is not a tough job, but writing "a good blog", which is worth reading, is as hard as it can get.
    Your blog is certainly much more than just "a good blog". I look forward to your new posts eagerly.
    And, I am glad that you are a blogger ...

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  2. U know there will be a question of a 'target audience' when we have some commercial interest to satisfy.in our case thank God we donot have to satisfy any target group through our blog ! i mean why should we ? it is humanely impossible to satisfy everybody.and frankly speaking there is just no need to.there is a quotation which says- 'Never explain urself to ne1.coz those who love u donot need them and those who do not will never understand them." We blog because we love writing and for me the story ends there.there is no need to succinctly explain the rationale behind blogging to someone who has never been passionate about anything.I know why u blog,u knw y i blog and we both understand y others blog !! thats satisfying for us and for our fraternity of bloggers !!!

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  3. He he, right now, I was being fired with the same question...

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