Dish And That

I found the idea of a blog incredibly romantic when I started out with it. I finally had a website of my own which will have only stuff I write . No “Please be my neighbour, I am a hot chick and roam about in my undies all day” requests , no “You may not know me , but this is my boyfriend and we hug and kiss and take pics to make you jealous . Haha !! “ images , no nothing. Just my thoughts.,unadulterated .Seemed nice.

The whole exercise of sitting down in front of a desktop and putting random thoughts together to make a coherent post is possibly the most soul-searching I could  manage . And so I blogged. There were the minor issues involved . Should I write “his” or “her” name or just use “he” and “she” or

maybe mysterious acronyms ? Mr.A , Miss. B ? Who was S again ? Anyways , I sorted those issues out soon. nOOb blogger stuff , you may call them. Things we later realise didn't matter at all. The fact is , when we start off with a blog , we grossly overestimate their impact and expected readership . “Oh my god , its on the INTERNET and there are MILLIONS, wait BILLIONS , wait TRILLIONS !!! of people out there. OMG !! OMG!! What if they come to know ? What if my dad opens it ? What will happen if my girlfriend reads my fictitious sexcapades ? OMG !! ” .You get the drift. Disillusion reigns . A couple of enthusiastic weeks later , we realise that although there might be trillions out there , no one quite managed to stumble onto that url of yours. What are the chances !!!

Its when this life changing revelation dawns on you , that your blogaholism fizzes out . 80% of bloggers who had previously set on a selfless journey to entertain the rest of humanity with the joys of blogging bury alive their blogs once and for all. The industrious lot survive , using other channels to diligently guide bored surfers to their blog. But most die. I did too. ADD kicked in and kicked me out of blogosphere. And I took to Twitter . Oh , FYI (www.twitter.com/shoaib88) .Quickly tapping few random words off the top of the head suits the unimaginative. Suits me. Of course trillions don't read my tweets either . So this might die a slow death too one day.

One thing I cannot tolerate is people dishing out gyaan on public platforms. If at all we ever need inspiring insights into love, life and everything in between, I doubt we would ever revert to gtalk status messages and orkut profile names. Why should people care for what you think ? If you are a Sri Sri , they might listen , otherwise they won't. They shouldn't . Which brings me one actual reason why blogging has started became such a tough ass job. Its this ideological conundrum .Here I say that you shouldn't care about what lame ass pseudo-intellectuals think or say . (Read previous sentence again) . I mean , why should I expect you to listen to me telling you not to listen to others ? Right ? Yes ? No ? Exactly . A man should have principles in life .No double-faced business. What right do I have of harking my principles out loud and then violating them in the very same post ? And why should I force myself to write a blog post if I don't want to ? You never forced me to right ? Then ? Am I not a double-faced rascal ? Damn me !