why don't you blog?

i get this a lot!(surprisingly). i have several answers. For starters, why should i assume people would be interested in what I have to say. i don't have an opinion on everything in the universe and even if i would, why would I declare it to the whole, wide, world. And who cares two hoots about my favourite flavour of ice-cream or why Georgia is my favourite font, or why i prefer British English over American.

No offence to bloggers in general, i am hooked to a number of them and really think they are doing a great job, out there. But it is a different kettle of fish. And not just anyone who can write, can blog. It takes a whole lot of courage to put your thoughts out for the world to judge, criticise and comment on. And courage i lack.

More importantly, my mind just refuses to write when there is no pressure of a deadline(or for that matter no four-rupee per-word incentive). It is a different thing when you are writing for a newspaper and the clock is ticking by and you have to make the 6 pm deadline, along with the title, the slug and the captions. you'd better get typing and do your bit towards deforestation.

So why i am i blogging finally? Because, after months of persuading myself not to for all the above-mentioned reasons, i finally lost out to the greater truth. Blogging is about celebrating the trivial, and microspecting the mundane. Making daily mountains of molehills, if you like. And more importantly, to stop taking oneself so bloody seriously. To laugh and be laughed at. So now I long to be a part of the big, bad, blogging world out there. Come hell or high water. I blog!