The best thing about a blog is that you get a scope to scribble down your thoughts. When I started writing mine I had no clue what exactly what I wanted to write about. I had just wanted to capture few moments of my city and make it available to the readers. Readers?! I still wonder if it is read. But the greatest achievement has been my four religious ‘followers’ and the two readers who consistently comment on my non-sense prose. Good, at least I am read. Well, if I had wanted to write a personal diary I would not have created a blog. If you do not have readers, you are not encouraged to write. You want people to read you, love what you write and criticize your views. Although I haven’t come across much criticism yet, I would love to face some. May be, when I write, I wear the mask of a ‘good’ person, quite unlike the ‘monster’ that I have lately turned into, well almost!
Today, I felt the urge of writing again. As I was scratching my head, I realized I was getting bald. My salon-man, Sunil keeps on complaining that I go for a hair-spa. But, he has no idea about my financial conditions right now. I assure him that I’ll have it asap. He is convinced. Thank God, I do not need to say, “Aap convinced ho gaye, ke main aur bolun?” Anyways, as I was sitting with my laptop, the very LCD screen gave me a shudder. My father, an essentially good man, keeps on scolding me for my lappy’s present condition. Yes, I know I am responsible for it, but then everyone’s not that careful. My lappy is my best friend at the end of the day. It knows what I write, it knows what I edit, it knows what I publish and it very well knows what I delete. And it is actually my 3a.m. friend, so why try to keep it clean and make it look new? Let it be as it is, for all good relations do come with an expiry date!
I kept on thinking, what I write tonight. I wanted my readers to give something new to read. Let’s say, talking about the latest political heart-throb Akhilesh Yadav. Or may be the railway budget massacre! But then you know, I am not a politically aware person. I mean yes I know it’s so very important to be politically aware of the situations around, but I feel I lack the acumen to pen down my thoughts if I have to write my blog on serious matters. I would perhaps sound like a nouveau blogger trying to cope with a situation he is hardly aware of. So I decided to discard the thought. Let my blog be a sheer reflection of my own thoughts, the ramblings of an unsound mind. Politically, I mean. Now does that make me an irresponsible citizen? May be. But I have surely known to care and not to care. Eliot promish!!
And now, when I am yet to begin my blog tonight, I see a few paragraphs already being framed. What have I written so far? Don’t know if they are coherent; don’t know if they make any sense. Well, you know by now that I have no intention to make my writing sensible!
And before I sign off tonight, one slice of life. While I was returning home today, I witnessed a car almost hitting a man, accidentally of course. The driver comes out of the car and hugs the man. The victim, showering curses at the driver, tries to break free but the driver insists, “Ami jokhon korechhi, ami thik korbo. Apnake ami chhere debo apni jekhane jete chan. Sorry.” The driver cajoled him and took him to his car. I boarded an auto and was gone.
Hug someone. Someone needs it. But be sure, you have acquired the art. Don’t fake it.
Bon Nuit!
