rorschach’s journal

Here I am, once again, with the same old sob tale aur wohi rona-dhona… well, maybe not this time. I’m tired of filling this blog with the same old posts over and over again. Those who’ve been reading my blog would have, by now, come to the conclusion that my posts are just about as interesting as Ekta Kapoor’s sob episodes their mums watch day-in day-out.

Na! Nahin! Ab bas! No more of the same rona-dhona… no more wailing, no more ranting. That’s it… so what if I’m still bored as hell, so what if the book-reading assignment (that I’ve been so looking forward to) is still pending, so What if I can’t play any games…. I’m not gonna crib any more. Finito!

But if I’m not going to crib, if I’m not going to rant, if I’m not going to wail… what am I going to do? I can’t stop posting (I’ve already given up once… but that was a different blog, with really crappy posts) AND I can’t keep posting on games, ‘coz they sure don’t have any market value! Ah, coming to that… a few days (or maybe weeks… don’t really remember) there was a lot of hue and cry about one of my fellow bloggers’ crossing the 1lakh hit mark (that’s exciting how, i fail to grasp). Anyhow, that got me thinking, though I didn’t post it aloud at that time, why are we blogging (we, as in, all my fellow blogger batchmates) ?

I started blogging, ‘coz I had pretty much nothing to do. I decided (like I decide every other thing), all of a sudden, that I too wanted to be a part of the growing blog community… but why? (hey, don’t ask me… I decide, like I said, everything without any thought what-so-ever) Why are we blogging (chee! I’ve written this question 3 times now)… is it to garner world-wide respect (blogs are read by the world) OR is it to impress our fellow blog-dosts (yeehee… mere blogs tere se jyada). Why? (4)

Frankly speaking, I blog not because I want others to read. I blog only because, I don’t have my diary at hand and since I really want to write something… this is the only means. You (yes, you) read it or not… it doesn’t really matter. As as aside, perhaps that’s one reason why I’ve changed the blog name to “rorschach’s journal”… I do treat the blog as a journal.

But you also have a different breed of bloggers. Some like Jug Suraiya, whom I love to read every Sunday, blog about social issues and going-ons with more than just a hint of humour. Some, like present day Neos, tend to write on technical stuff… publishing codes (ala Sir Somani) or tech-bites (kulbir or billu). Others, like maroo (and billu, again), are more concerned with… well, blogging multidimensionally… his blogs are full of a bit of everything… cricket team, hangout joints, (his) lack of girlfriends, and whatnot.

Now I’m not a fervent blog-reader and my lack of world blogging scenario is easily reflected in the number of classes and examples I’ve given above. My point, actually, being… we have bloggers, many many bloggers, but why? Why are we blogging… why are we excited when someone crosses a (1lakh hit point) milestone… why do we get hyper, when someone who’s not been posting all of a sudden gets on a blogging spree… bhy (sic) the excitement?

I don’t really want answers to the above (rhetorical) questions… I’ve been writing this crap only to pass time. Don’t think I’ll come up such questions without doing a research of my own. The reason why we post is to present our ideas to the rest of the world. The reason why we read blogs is exactly the reason why we read anything at all… to get a piece of the world that is yet untasted, to know the ideas of a person unknown and to basically kill time for lack of anything better to do. Ladies and Gentleman, I humbly apologize for wasting you time… hope you’ll not stop reading my posts (i’m stuck on bloody 857)…  now, thanks to you, I’m not bored at last.

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