Over the past few days I have found myself wondering more than a few times – a wee bit more than in passing – why do some people write. I mean lovlier things to do – maybe date, chat, play, sleep, preen, pore through the window watching trees or street cricket or watching the crazy variety of people and situations in play.…..and maybe work [for productive people]…..or the best other option – just do nothing, sit tight. Or goddamn watch TV [yuck!!...nah I take it back, writing is 1001 times better….despite its nerdy self]…….ok well…watch TV [assuming you have the choice to flick the channels of your choice].
With this wide repertoire of options – and many dozen more, depending upon the ingenuity of the person – why do people write the question remains!!!!
Damn it the answer is easy – people write for the same reason as people take bribes. That is people write because other people read. In the same way, the people take bribes as people give bribes [or do you want me to put ulta – i.e people give bribes because people take bribes….that I leave to it to you; you take positions as to whatever enhances your self-esteem – am just fine. My job was just to raise a corny point and raise some subtle shackles ;)]. Well that’s one reason…
Many other write for the papi pet or more appropriately to indulge the senses...[as most of the people who write are far above BPL]….for better [or more] jeans, jewels and Jacuzzi….and there are hundreds of them…like Jugs [or the Jugs to be…Sidboy!!!...hope you are reading….junta…read Sunday Indian Express sports fundaes to figure out what I mean]….or for that matter the new millionaires of electronic / internet media - the likes of Mamami - read this to have a sneak view of what I mean… http://www.xomba.com/snorkeling_summer .......I mean maza karo....and make..and some money too, Sachin types. Earn money while you do what you can do best and love to do most. Cant be a better zing. Can it? Not likes these hordes of engineers and b-school grads - silly people…they love to sleep and bitch and end up being nice and working 14 hours a day. Most just don’t know what they want to do and what they can do and what they would enjoy to do. Am sure most of em [I mean us] don’t even know the difference between the three [there are exceptions like Rupam though – are you listening, I mean reading].
Well interesting points – but does really seem to hit the bulls eye. These points don’t really answer the question. Without meandering further with more sweet nothings, lemme come to the point. I have gone way beyond my golden rule that the crux of the matter should take 80 per cent of the space of a piece. But let me just give it 20 per cent this time. Quite like Jug Suraiya – who gets paid by the no. of words he writes….so keeps rambling – till probably Bonny pulls him up – and Jugulars his way to the coffers and [to be fair to him or TOI] more than a few times to the hearts of his readers too].
Methinks most people – including the ones who fall in the above categories - most certainly some the morons who don’t know what want to do or enjoy doing or can do; write for a part of the zing. The feeling of doing something more than mundane – something that gives the Colgate or colgate [one day I should write a piece on when and how proper nounsbecome poper nouns] assurance throughout the day and night – that the days are meaningfully spent. To be a part of fun of writing something – and then reading it oneself and telling chalo…this looks good nuff….and sometimes pinch oneself and check, mera likha hua hai kya….the masti of self adolation [lil bit hi sahi].
Ofcos, people would talk about the release, the self expression, the creative urge, the inner call…and what not….all nice sounding, politically correct stuff….[you can rattle off a dozen plus of nice sounding blogs!! in jiffy to reiterate what I mean] but a part [how big or small is that 'part' is ofcourse would depend upon the person and the piece written] of what all this means is the 'surreal' naasha of self attention. And kinda revalidation of sanity of self is intact - 'unmuddlings' as I say - that there still is a calling for the saner things in life. To put all this gyan succintly, junta write to earn the spring in ones steps whole day; and the right the whistle the tune one knows best [to be honest - the worst :)].
Oops! That’s then is all is prattle about. Well, some of them acutally be nursing a secret desire for a piece of history [like those painters who horde up old self-forgotten paintings to show up as Van Gogh one day from the coffins] - but thats quite incidental.
Jan 31, 2010
New Delhi
With this wide repertoire of options – and many dozen more, depending upon the ingenuity of the person – why do people write the question remains!!!!
Damn it the answer is easy – people write for the same reason as people take bribes. That is people write because other people read. In the same way, the people take bribes as people give bribes [or do you want me to put ulta – i.e people give bribes because people take bribes….that I leave to it to you; you take positions as to whatever enhances your self-esteem – am just fine. My job was just to raise a corny point and raise some subtle shackles ;)]. Well that’s one reason…
Many other write for the papi pet or more appropriately to indulge the senses...[as most of the people who write are far above BPL]….for better [or more] jeans, jewels and Jacuzzi….and there are hundreds of them…like Jugs [or the Jugs to be…Sidboy!!!...hope you are reading….junta…read Sunday Indian Express sports fundaes to figure out what I mean]….or for that matter the new millionaires of electronic / internet media - the likes of Mamami - read this to have a sneak view of what I mean… http://www.xomba.com/snorkeling_summer .......I mean maza karo....and make..and some money too, Sachin types. Earn money while you do what you can do best and love to do most. Cant be a better zing. Can it? Not likes these hordes of engineers and b-school grads - silly people…they love to sleep and bitch and end up being nice and working 14 hours a day. Most just don’t know what they want to do and what they can do and what they would enjoy to do. Am sure most of em [I mean us] don’t even know the difference between the three [there are exceptions like Rupam though – are you listening, I mean reading].
Well interesting points – but does really seem to hit the bulls eye. These points don’t really answer the question. Without meandering further with more sweet nothings, lemme come to the point. I have gone way beyond my golden rule that the crux of the matter should take 80 per cent of the space of a piece. But let me just give it 20 per cent this time. Quite like Jug Suraiya – who gets paid by the no. of words he writes….so keeps rambling – till probably Bonny pulls him up – and Jugulars his way to the coffers and [to be fair to him or TOI] more than a few times to the hearts of his readers too].
Methinks most people – including the ones who fall in the above categories - most certainly some the morons who don’t know what want to do or enjoy doing or can do; write for a part of the zing. The feeling of doing something more than mundane – something that gives the Colgate or colgate [one day I should write a piece on when and how proper nounsbecome poper nouns] assurance throughout the day and night – that the days are meaningfully spent. To be a part of fun of writing something – and then reading it oneself and telling chalo…this looks good nuff….and sometimes pinch oneself and check, mera likha hua hai kya….the masti of self adolation [lil bit hi sahi].
Ofcos, people would talk about the release, the self expression, the creative urge, the inner call…and what not….all nice sounding, politically correct stuff….[you can rattle off a dozen plus of nice sounding blogs!! in jiffy to reiterate what I mean] but a part [how big or small is that 'part' is ofcourse would depend upon the person and the piece written] of what all this means is the 'surreal' naasha of self attention. And kinda revalidation of sanity of self is intact - 'unmuddlings' as I say - that there still is a calling for the saner things in life. To put all this gyan succintly, junta write to earn the spring in ones steps whole day; and the right the whistle the tune one knows best [to be honest - the worst :)].
Oops! That’s then is all is prattle about. Well, some of them acutally be nursing a secret desire for a piece of history [like those painters who horde up old self-forgotten paintings to show up as Van Gogh one day from the coffins] - but thats quite incidental.
Jan 31, 2010
New Delhi
you got it wrong. your blog should be named muddlings. how can you call your mangled tangled heap of meandering (eech I dread to call what your put up as writing) as smthng unmuddled ;-)?
ReplyDeletebut got your point - u write because you like your own voice best :-)
ps - i love that bit abt "new millionaires of internet media!"