Why I blog....
Bloggers feel happy when they see their words, scrolling down on taffeta computer screen like the words of Shakespeare or Milton....But feeling this way is quite natural, Isn't it ?
I started blogging with this feeling only, with my crumbled vocabulary and mended grammar; I wrote few lines, which were just "funny"(u can read my initial blogs). But i did not stop then. It was just start, although in a very "casual" way...
....but soon I found that it is not that "light affair"....it is like addiction, like smoking, drinking, pornography, Religious rituals, Bourgeoisie morality.....
But when I dwell upon this very thought of blogging I find it "pure exhilarating" experience, very much like sexual orgasm ( though I m virgin), like purging out all your clamor on this cozy Compaq Keyboard...and you feel again empty, nubile, like the desert of Sahara when it is still in sombre moon light and as calm as grave...
Actually thoughts are more verbose than words. Because, when I get ready to press those discrete 26 alphabets, I find that all my thoughts are just "few hundred words", and with better vocabulary, just few lines. So I start afresh, reinventing new ideas, novel thoughts, fresh intellectual aspects...and my grey matter finds new horizon, far higher than that of clamor state....I born again, with renewal of my mind.....
Then i am back into my aloof co-coon, with my cup of black coffee, with my senses, on still beach, staring towards infinite sea. and in very next moment,I find my self into the lanes of psychology, roaming around mounds of people, amid clamor of civilization, alone....to find some thing to blogg.....
I started blogging with this feeling only, with my crumbled vocabulary and mended grammar; I wrote few lines, which were just "funny"(u can read my initial blogs). But i did not stop then. It was just start, although in a very "casual" way...
....but soon I found that it is not that "light affair"....it is like addiction, like smoking, drinking, pornography, Religious rituals, Bourgeoisie morality.....
But when I dwell upon this very thought of blogging I find it "pure exhilarating" experience, very much like sexual orgasm ( though I m virgin), like purging out all your clamor on this cozy Compaq Keyboard...and you feel again empty, nubile, like the desert of Sahara when it is still in sombre moon light and as calm as grave...
Actually thoughts are more verbose than words. Because, when I get ready to press those discrete 26 alphabets, I find that all my thoughts are just "few hundred words", and with better vocabulary, just few lines. So I start afresh, reinventing new ideas, novel thoughts, fresh intellectual aspects...and my grey matter finds new horizon, far higher than that of clamor state....I born again, with renewal of my mind.....
Then i am back into my aloof co-coon, with my cup of black coffee, with my senses, on still beach, staring towards infinite sea. and in very next moment,I find my self into the lanes of psychology, roaming around mounds of people, amid clamor of civilization, alone....to find some thing to blogg.....
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