This the third time that I am trying to start a blog. The first time I did this was when I was in my undergraduate college and did not even understand what a blog was. I started writing about Metal bands that I was into. That didn’t last long. I still listen to metal though.
The second time I tried to do this was during my Post graduation days. I tried to write about what I learn on a day to day basis and to be honest, that too didn’t last too long as I was not learning anything every day. There were days when I learnt too much and there were days when I learnt nothing at all.
Now that I am not studying anymore and trying to find my place in society, I have decided to give this a go again. I am hoping to do this thrice every week and I know it is going to be extremely hard. I am not a writer or an avid reader, I have not written anything in my life ( except a few short films) and the idea itself makes me nervous. This is not just about writing when I clearly don’t know how to write but also about coming up with things to write about. Those problems are just the tip of the iceberg however, the real issues I will face will be fighting with my own thoughts. My brain always tells me whatever I do ( that includes sharing a post on social media or even commenting on something), is that thing the right thing to do in that particular situation? For instance, these are the questions that come to my mind whenever I feel like responding to a social media post:
Commenting on a post- will it come back to bite me later on?
Is my comment insensitive? or
Do I even know the entirety of the given situation?
Lastly, who the fuck am I to give my opinion on a situation of which I know maybe 20%?
For the purpose of this article, I will from this point on will assume that I have convinced myself to comment on a social media post. Now the most irritating problem arises which is the language I am using- am I using it correctly. The words that I type do they explain what I want to say properly. Is my grammar correct? Is there a possibility for the reader to misinterpret what I have written? If it is misinterpreted, whose fault is it- mine, because of my inferior command of the language or the reader who is reading the words with a lens of his/her own bias and ideology?
Writing is a difficult art form. Just like filmmaking it is not easy to do. The degree of it’s difficult-ness varies however. A film demands for all the artforms to come together for a single piece of work called ‘Cinema’ but a piece of writing requires just one person and his/her thought. In this era when everybody has opinions about everything, everyone has also become a writer of sorts. Look at those walls of text on any given social media, there is rambling, uninformed guesses, inaccurate facts, misinterpretation of data, manipulation of a situation to fit one’s own narrative- the list is long and out of the scope of this article. All this makes me think, why do even should I write? It’s just a drop in the ocean which is evaporated by the heat of the sun to eventually fall on land and return back to the ocean in a contaminated form.
I have listed all the problems that I face while writing now I let me propose a solution to all these. These are the things that I tell myself whenever I feel like doing something.
Fighting my own thoughts- Well if I don’t write my opinion down how will I know it’s validity since it will only exist in my head where it has no possibility of ever getting challenged? I cannot know about a situation in its entirety until someone tells me or I find out about all the aspects of the particular situation.
Language- If I don’t write I cannot improve, it’s as simple as that. Moreover, grammatical mistakes will go as I write more. Writing will force me to read hence improving my writing prowess considerably. It will take time but it will happen.
Now lastly the problem of my writing being a drop in the ocean, there is no solution to this problem and I will find it out as I write more. If my writing convinces even one person to think then It has made some kind of contribution.
What am I rambling about till now?
I am just trying to write something, I am sure I will eventually figure out what, how and why of this entire charade that I am putting myself through. It’s absurd, I know and the pictures make no sense. Or do they?