Why blog?

Well, for me, blogging to a great extent remains a literary exercise. It is my sketch board, a reflector of my ideas and my words. I do get embroiled into it sometimes, writing more for others than for myself. And that is when I write the worst.

But surprisingly and unsurprisingly both, many of the bloggers do the same. They write to advertise rather than deliver. So, we don’t get a real picture of them. But it is human psychology, and we can’t fight it.

A friend of mine had said something like this, “Today’s men have lost that sense of association that they have to declare before world what and how they feel. Where have the good old days of bonding and talks gone?” It was right to the core, and made me cringe, for he was speaking the truth, even if partial. Projecting on my life, it indeed has some case. I can’t speak many things, so I blog. Part of it is my compulsion, and the other choice. But this is how our every aspect of life has shaped into now? What price the modern day life?

So, as I read, I find that sense of desperation in most of the bloggers. Some Indians telling their stories of success, some expats narrating their new-life in India, some Arabs harping their case of injustice, the Westerners celebrating their rich life etc. But everyone has to tell something – to the listeners – to appreciate his or her view and nod in agreement. It is a fact.

Of late, I too have started growing that feeling. One of my objectives has always been not to write for others. I don’t want to make my blog a highly-listed one on everyone’s list, India-blog directory etc etc. It is my diary, even though public. So, why now I feel that urge to be acknowledged?