This post is for me. My girl friend asked me why I write and though deep down I knew it, realization punched me hard when my mind threw the answer - appreciation. I knew from when I was really small I loved being in the limelight in my own way - I hated open praise and things, but being appreciated for something well done gave me my high.
And that's the reason for my writers block. Every time I sit down to write I start thinking the following irrespective of how good the idea for the blog is or how long it is or anything actually about the blog :-
1. Why bother, nobody wants to read all this stuff anyways
2. The post wont be good - its will be too common, the idea is a done to death one etc
3. It wont be as good as the super star bloggers Mr Vadukut or Mr Ghosh - they have their own books and it's their blogs with which I compare mine!!! The horror!!
4. This anyway is not going to lead me anywhere. It is just an account of my life incidents taken from here and there and shared.
And then I started browsing blogs simply this morning to pass time. I was so busy from not doing any work at office that I wanted a diversion and so blogs... I came across a blog by a Thai woman about her trip to Malaysia. I saw her hometown through her eyes, its splendor, its beauty.
And that's what a blog is about.
Its about sharing a fragment of your life with the universe. Its a very funny combination. The age old need for man to bond with the universe fulfilled by the latest technology enabled service, blogging. Its this need that one tries to achieve by logging in to FB everyday.
But hey then - Mr Zuckerberg was a genius in understanding the human race's addiction to appreciation and so he added the like button. So its not just me, everybody is somehow looking for appreciation always.
Maybe it's those who overcame this need and did what they wanted just for themselves became big in their respective fields. Take the example of Oscar Wilde, died in poverty. George Orwell - struggled hard to make it big and the only thing common here - they wrote in spite of all the odds, because it was their world of solace. It was the only thing they enjoyed doing.
Anyway bringing back my wandering mind to this page and its writer. It has a little more sense of why it wants to write now, though hoping it gets a few comments and shares... And there we go again...
And that's the reason for my writers block. Every time I sit down to write I start thinking the following irrespective of how good the idea for the blog is or how long it is or anything actually about the blog :-
1. Why bother, nobody wants to read all this stuff anyways
2. The post wont be good - its will be too common, the idea is a done to death one etc
3. It wont be as good as the super star bloggers Mr Vadukut or Mr Ghosh - they have their own books and it's their blogs with which I compare mine!!! The horror!!
4. This anyway is not going to lead me anywhere. It is just an account of my life incidents taken from here and there and shared.
And then I started browsing blogs simply this morning to pass time. I was so busy from not doing any work at office that I wanted a diversion and so blogs... I came across a blog by a Thai woman about her trip to Malaysia. I saw her hometown through her eyes, its splendor, its beauty.
And that's what a blog is about.
Its about sharing a fragment of your life with the universe. Its a very funny combination. The age old need for man to bond with the universe fulfilled by the latest technology enabled service, blogging. Its this need that one tries to achieve by logging in to FB everyday.
But hey then - Mr Zuckerberg was a genius in understanding the human race's addiction to appreciation and so he added the like button. So its not just me, everybody is somehow looking for appreciation always.
Maybe it's those who overcame this need and did what they wanted just for themselves became big in their respective fields. Take the example of Oscar Wilde, died in poverty. George Orwell - struggled hard to make it big and the only thing common here - they wrote in spite of all the odds, because it was their world of solace. It was the only thing they enjoyed doing.
Anyway bringing back my wandering mind to this page and its writer. It has a little more sense of why it wants to write now, though hoping it gets a few comments and shares... And there we go again...
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