Interestingly, the last time I wrote a blog post, the Egyptians had just ousted their President and, what do you know, they did it again! Well, I hope to be done with my next post well before the next revolution. After all, writing is something I really like.
I guess I'm drawn to the funny idea that I can combine words (make them up even?) into a legitimate sentence which makes perfect sense and still guarantee that no one in history has used it before. However, the power about writing, of course, is not so much in the content as in tone and guile with which the author writes. It can be used to manipulate thoughts, stroke egos, enrage audiences and even make truth, a little more palatable. But I am genuinely surprised and curious that we actually manage to convey our complex, multifaceted thoughts and emotions through a permutation of twenty-six letters. Seriously, millions of years of evolution and whatever we think can actually be expressed in words? Is it really that simple? This of course begs the larger question of how much our ability to express is actually limited by the words available to us. No wonder Shakespeare made up a few (good ones). Marketers owe it to him for coming up with words like advertising, marketable, fashionable, label etc.
Anyways, I like writing about my observations of people - emotions, thoughts, expressions etc. I have actually been writing for quite some time now. I started off with this when I was in school. It's so old that the picture URLs that I referred to are no longer in existence! It was a simpler life then. I wrote about food, shelter, global warming etc. It serves as a reminder of those carefree days, how simple my thoughts were, how noble my intentions were and how nice, the "nice world" seemed back then. Anyways, college came by and ruined it all. I started this with a much different flavor. A sarcasm-laced, phony philosophical rambling sprinkled with some dry humor. These two blogs are a few of many you would find in the thick undergrowth of long forgotten blogs. They lie there smoldered and smothered, having served their purpose. Their authors long gone, their charisma lost but the ideas that they hold - maybe not. But realistically, can they be resuscitated? Can they serve as more than just a memoir? The answer, personally speaking, is no.
It is not as though I don't like what I wrote or that what I wrote is embarrassing to read now (actually, that is not entirely true). But, it is just that I feel so disconnected from those posts now. I know that I authored them with plenty of effort and heart. I painstakingly put them together and it meant a lot. They completely resonated with my feelings and my thinking back then. It is not that I completely changed my stand on things, it is just that they matter less now. As much as I would like to still blog about the necessities of life and the things we take for granted, I would much rather write this blog post. No, seriously! Does this imply that how we feel about certain things will actually turn inconsequential after a few years? Do our thoughts evolve so much that in a few years, we fail to recognize the seeds that brought us there in the first place? If so, maybe we should take ourselves just a little less seriously? At least at this juncture in our lives, may be not everything really matters?
PS: Of course, all this may be misconstrued by the readers as the author's sly means of getting more traffic to his old blogs which are currently on life-support.
