By a blogger for a
blogger
Diary Entry – 40
Life has been hard the last few months. I have several
things to juggle - application for masters, Project work and other things which
keeps my hands full. But what I do instead is login to bloggers and type away
some crazy shit like this. When I am blogging a voice inside my head says the
following:
“Yeah go ahead. BLOG. They should write a management book, about
prioritizing, based on your life” *sarcasm*
So what happens is I feel terribly guilty about blogging and
close my browser half way, with the hope of doing something useful and
productive but end up watching an episode of some soap opera. Previously the
voice in my head had only good things to say whenever I blog, but all that
changed when I attended this job interview.
Interviewer: What are your hobbies?
Me: I write sir. (Nothing
else actually counts. Watching television, texting your text buddies no no)
Interviewer: Oh what do you write?
Me: Sir I have written for my college magazine, I have been
an editor blah blah
Interviewer: That is not really an example if you say writing
is your hobby. Hobby is when you do something in your spare time.
Me: I also have a blog.
(What else was I supposed to say?)
Interviewer: Oh you have a blog? How much time do you spend
on this Facebook?
Since when did Facebook
become a blog? And how will you answer that question? Sir I visit facebook once
a month? He asked me a question that had no right answer. So I said:
Me: Sir. I don’t have a Facebook account.
When the results of the interview came out, I knew that was
not the right answer. I have been thinking how blogging is productive and how
it is different from facebook, ever since. That is how the guilt started.
But you shouldn’t take the word of an old man on technology.
It is the problem with people who are in their sixties. They confuse shit. You
will often find someone that age, tell you that blogging is a waste of time.
They will have no idea what it is to begin with. The other day an uncle who
lives in my colony told my mom that he wanted me to come to his house. He had
something to teach me. My mother thought he was going to give me lessons on spirituality.
She kept bugging me to go. This is what happened when I went there,
Me: Hello Uncle. How are you.
Uncle: Oh hey. I wanted to show you something I learnt in
the computer. The computer is on, come on.
He is going to show me
something on the computer that I don’t know already? May be he is a SEO or a web
designing guru. Wow I never knew.
I went and sat near
his computer.
Uncle: You know how much I love videos and music?
Me: Yeah?
Uncle: I found this awesome site which has so many videos
and songs. It is fantastic.
Me: uh?
Uncle: It is called Youtube.
Me: :| (WOW)
Uncle: I will show you how it works.
Me: Uncle I know how it works.
That is when I realized
uncle was deaf. He could not hear a
thing I said.
Uncle: These videos will cost me some 60 – 70Rs if I got
them as CDs outside. Here I can get it for free.
Me: I see. :| (Shaking
my head)
Uncle: You know you can download these videos also.
Me: Yeah I know.
Uncle: I will show you. Here is a thing which is called IDM.
For the next half an
hour he explained how to search videos in YouTube, how to play them and then download
them. We spent the next half an hour watching videos of old Hindi songs in HD. I
should be given a medal for patience.
It will be fun to be an old man who tortures his
grandchildren with long lectures about Youtube. But just hope you are deaf so
that you cannot hear your own grandchildren cursing you.
If we become old and tell our grandchildren that we had a
great blog when were young, we can expect a reaction similar to the one I gave
my colony uncle when he told me about Youtube. It really is no big deal to have
a blog. What is so productive about it? Maybe it is unproductive to a lesser
degree when compared to watching soap operas and facebooking. But it is still a
waste of time none the less.
I still chose to write shit like this over doing something
else, because it is fun. But the guilt that comes with blogging when you have
other important things to do is equivalent to the guilt a married man gets when
he is cheating on his wife – you are not supposed to be doing this because someone
(or in this case something) is more important than this. So an hour ago I took
this questionnaire about blogging, that a fellow blogger made me take. There was
this question on how important the number of readers were for me. It used to be
very important for me before when I started blogging. But with the kind of
comments that some of you give to my blog post, I think why in the world you
people exist. I write a blog post about something and one blogger will give me
a comment saying “Nice”, as if my blog is a girl’s ass or a costly sports car. People
like that usually don’t read anything other than the title. They expect you to read
their blogs in return for the great comment they left. If you have a blog with readers
like that, you should feel even more guilty that you are writing stuff for such
losers to comment on.
But I guess life is all about doing what you love and what
makes you happy and if blogging makes you happy like it does in my case then that
is reason enough to feel good about blogging.
Previous Post -How to get rich quick
Previous Post -How to get rich quick