GLORY!! OR GORY!!

If I were actually writing this the traditional way with a pen or pencil.. the pressure to put it together would probably have fetched me a broken nib tip. The few folks that read the thoughts I put together have on more than one occasion since the start of this month inquired about whether I had given up blogging. For some reason I think they secretly hope I have given it up for good. And now, for lack of anything else to write about, I thought why not play along and change this pressure back to the pleasure it is supposed to be.

It seems to be a trend that is catching on anyone that has access to any form of internet technology. Creativity is getting a new boost. It is now a contest to see who can pour their hearts out most creatively. Aesthetically constructed sentences can make the occurrence of something as crude as picking ones nose in public seem melodramatic, melancholic and a life turning event.

Penning thoughts random or otherwise (a.k.a blogging) requires the faculties of cognizance, and expression in equal and great measure. It is these very faculties (or rather the lack of them) that lend a commercial viability on which the trades of agony aunts and practicing counselors flourish. On that note, I sometimes fancy the thought that this might be a reversal of fortunes for people engaged in these trades. Of course these very faculties when imbalanced lead to over enlightened individual or to over expressive ones… which intended or otherwise sometimes tickle the funny bone, and very often make readers lose sight of the shore.

There are a few who like to be subtle in their expressions, and a lot more whose modus operandi is ‘confuse if cannot convince’. This platform is just so perfect for all these sorts amongst a few more. You can get the flavors of a la Rang De Basanti, Taare Zameen Par and the sorts of Saawariya all in the same composition. There are people penning thoughts that skim the essence so much that you get the feel that they must be individuals that value privacy to the point of being reclusive.. otherwise what else might explain why on earth would an entire purported prose sound from the beginning to the end, and all throughout like a preface? And then there are some others that write so prolifically about anything under the sun. These types make their audience feel like the scum of the earth for either not knowing anything about something or should I say not knowing something about anything!!!??

In the melee, I wonder what happened to the good old days of keeping a diary? After reading several posts, I now have nightmares of a day when someone publishes an autobiography of a deemed famous blogger. Worse still, what if it were to be put together by piecing together some of the posts? As if it couldn’t get better, I also worry what if that individual had greatly imbalanced faculties? I cant seem to stem the onslaught of more horrific thoughts coming to me now. Should that be called GLORY!! or GORY!!