Tuesday, April 28, 2009

Why do we write blogs

I am not an active blogger( not active in real life too). My very few blogs are a testament for that. I suddenly got a doubt regarding the purpose of blogging. Why do people write blogs??

1. To share information? Then whats the use of writing personal experiences ( Even i did it once)
2. To flaunt the communication skills ?People even refer dictionaries to write blog like I did for my first blog
3. For time pass? This can be true to a certain extent but why do lazy people push themselves to write blog ( There are various examples for this which again includes me)

Blogs can be categorized into three types
1. Technical blogs or in general, knowledge blogs.
2. Personal blogs
3. Abstract blogs

Technical blogs serve the actual purpose of blogging which is sharing of valuable information. But hardly 10% of the blogs will fall under this category.

I am still thinking of a purpose for a personal blog. Why do people have to pen down their personal experiences? Why should I read about X's trip to Ooty? Why should i know how X fared in his interview? If i am a person who is supposed to know all these things then is blog the right medium to know it? Won't a personal mail or a call suffice.

Then comes the most important of the three and the one which is ubiquitous, the abstract blogs whose sole purpose is to flaunt the vocabulary you have. The number of times the reader refers to online wordweb is directly proportional to the percentage of victory the writer gets. Again these kind of blogs at least serve the purpose of improving the reader's vocabulary.
But are the above mentioned reasons adequate or is there anything else which makes a person write a blog??

Above all the sense of accomplishment the person gets once he publishes the blog online instigate a person to write a blog. The pride he gets in displaying the link in his gmail status messages incites him to do so. The invaluable joy he feels when he sees that single comment after 3 days of refresh makes all his pain to write a blog die down to ashes.
Now why did I write this blog?
Which category will this fall under?
I am confused.

Tuesday, March 10, 2009

Insecure India

Last week i had been to different parts of India, central as well as north ( Mumbai and Delhi). I had been there before but this time I went alone and when I landed in Mumbai time was 3 am. I decided to stay in the airport till 6 am and then move into the city. But the exit path from the aircraft directly led to the corridor outside airport which left me in a daze.

I stayed there till 4 am and then decided to move into the city. I had to catch my cab to pune at 6. So how to kill 2 hours???? I decided to go by public transport to chembur form where I had to take a cab ( a grave mistake???) I went to a coffee vendor and asked about the connectivity. As expected I dint get a reply which is quite common in India. We boast of a supreme culture and a dandy hospitality but the reality can be felt in situations like this. I will deal this later as this requires a separate post. I bought a cup of coffee and then enquired about the same and this time I got a reply.

But the reply was nothing but "the place is too far and you dont have any connectivity from here. Better take a Taxi". The Taxiwala owes him a lot and I believe he will settle his debts regularly to people outside the airport for their testimonial on him. I asked th taxi driver and the amount was a eminent 3 digit number. My face turned red with rage. I hustled in the corridor enquiring different people but it was a futile effort. Then a sense of insecurity started creeping inside me. I am an Indian who could speak hindi and if my situation in this country is appalling what will foreign nationals do in this country?

Later I realised the fact that south Indians are akin to foreign nationals for the north and vice- versa. India as a whole is not a country but a continent with different cultures and languages. Wherever I go there is an argument on chennai vs Mumbai, South Indian reticent culture vs North Indian's bindaas attitude. If we go to a place where the language is different you feel so insecure that you think you are in Pakistan. We never get a warm welcome and people around us try to cash in on our ignorance. Is it because India is poor? Is it because of the inherent greedy nature of Indians? I am yet to find a plausible answer for this question. I hope i will find an answer for this and I will feel completely secure in Patna airport at least 20 years from now.

Monday, February 9, 2009


It was a saturday morning. I got up at 7.30 which i dont do even during week days. I had to go to GD/PI classes. The calls were not convincing but my mark of 95 percentile could fetch me only these. This time i decided to give a try in any college that calls me.

I took bath in a relatively chill bangalore climate ( I would not have even thought of it, had i been in hostel) and took my bike to head towards my class. Infantry road was all i knew about the address. Born and brought up in chennai I always thought that a brief knowledge about the area could take me to my destination ( The roads are really well planned in chennai).

I had a general idea of where infantry road comes and started my ride towards residency road. I started to enquire people when i went near residency road on my destination. As usual for some small questions posted in kannada( i knew 2 words in kannada) the answers came in Tamil which made me happy. Sivaji nagar, next street, after MG raod,take right, go straight were some of the answers i got. I went according to my mind. I was trying my luck and my luck dint betray me. I was in infantry road in the next 10 mins.

When i thought i have done it, there came a real surprise. I was standing on one end of the road whereas the class was on the other end. The concept of Bangalore one-ways started haunting me. I took a right turn to take a parallel road and reach the other end. But the right in the parallel road was again a one-way. I headed straight and after 5 mins of hustling i found myself standing in MG road. I enquired an autovala on my destination and he answered me with few lefts and rights and I realised i am no way near my destination which was once a furlong away from me. I looked at my watch and it was half an hour past 9. I had to be there at 9. After a few mins of contemplation I took a left turn and went straight. I was nearing my home..................