In an over saturated market where everybody has a blog, I had no intention of adding to the clutter after starting my own. Why did I start this one then? The reason is simple, yet has many layers to it.
For starters, I have always found myself cringing after reading certain blogs. There are certain sports blogs that have been started by enthusiastic fans (which is fine). However, they use their limited knowledge of the subject to make laughable assumptions which irks me for some reason.
A more valid example would of Karan Johar's blog. I would never have thought to read that one, but I happened upon Twinkle Khanna's blog once, and was pleasantly surprised at her wit (some of it made me snort). It had made me open to read more blogs, and when I saw some heavy P.R push for his blog, I was tempted to take a look. In one particular entry, I was surprised to see how vain, shallow and nonchalant one could be. I mean, it's okay to be the above, but still the thought of nonchalantly sharing that across a public platform made me feel sick.
Coming to the reason for starting my own blog, I, like many people of our generation, have the tiresome habit of staying up late at night. That problem is compounded by the fact that if I for some reason try to sleep early, I wind up staying up for a solid number of hours. My brain, which had for the whole day demanded rest and a bountiful period of sleep, suddenly turns hyperactive during the night.
What that entails is an insane period of time spent either remembering all of your life's embarrassing moments or those that you had forgotten. While I am whimpering with suspense over what torment could be in store for me next, my brain cackles maniacally and forces me to revisit an uber embarrassing moment that i thought had been wiped clean ( like that movie, An Eternal Sunshine Of the Spotless Mind.)
When it chooses to discontinue this torment, my brain goes over a whole range of topics, ranging from the philosophical to the mundane. They include far reaching topics like , a fair resolution of the Kashmir issue, the various ways in which humanity could terraform and colonise alien planets, who would win in a fight between Goku and Superman etc. (you get the gist).
Now, I have since childhood had the dream of working in newspapers as an editor (not a reporter). I used to eagerly await Sunday's Hindustan Times, so I could read the editorial page which included columns by the likes of Vir Sanghvi and Karan Thapar. Also, being a complete bookworm during school and afterwards, I had delusions of writing the classic Indian novel.
It took me a while to realise that my grammar was atrocious and my writing style was amateurish, hence I would never get around to any of the aforementioned.
Putting two and two together, I decided to write down the random deliberations that my brain is up to when I am unsuccessfully trying to will it to sleep. I hope that the outcome would shame it into ceasing its relentless attack on my sleeping patterns.
(So basically I'm trying to trick my brain into letting me sleep, but I doubt it will be successful as whatever I think of must be registered by it. Weird.)
For starters, I have always found myself cringing after reading certain blogs. There are certain sports blogs that have been started by enthusiastic fans (which is fine). However, they use their limited knowledge of the subject to make laughable assumptions which irks me for some reason.
A more valid example would of Karan Johar's blog. I would never have thought to read that one, but I happened upon Twinkle Khanna's blog once, and was pleasantly surprised at her wit (some of it made me snort). It had made me open to read more blogs, and when I saw some heavy P.R push for his blog, I was tempted to take a look. In one particular entry, I was surprised to see how vain, shallow and nonchalant one could be. I mean, it's okay to be the above, but still the thought of nonchalantly sharing that across a public platform made me feel sick.
Coming to the reason for starting my own blog, I, like many people of our generation, have the tiresome habit of staying up late at night. That problem is compounded by the fact that if I for some reason try to sleep early, I wind up staying up for a solid number of hours. My brain, which had for the whole day demanded rest and a bountiful period of sleep, suddenly turns hyperactive during the night.
What that entails is an insane period of time spent either remembering all of your life's embarrassing moments or those that you had forgotten. While I am whimpering with suspense over what torment could be in store for me next, my brain cackles maniacally and forces me to revisit an uber embarrassing moment that i thought had been wiped clean ( like that movie, An Eternal Sunshine Of the Spotless Mind.)
When it chooses to discontinue this torment, my brain goes over a whole range of topics, ranging from the philosophical to the mundane. They include far reaching topics like , a fair resolution of the Kashmir issue, the various ways in which humanity could terraform and colonise alien planets, who would win in a fight between Goku and Superman etc. (you get the gist).
Now, I have since childhood had the dream of working in newspapers as an editor (not a reporter). I used to eagerly await Sunday's Hindustan Times, so I could read the editorial page which included columns by the likes of Vir Sanghvi and Karan Thapar. Also, being a complete bookworm during school and afterwards, I had delusions of writing the classic Indian novel.
It took me a while to realise that my grammar was atrocious and my writing style was amateurish, hence I would never get around to any of the aforementioned.
Putting two and two together, I decided to write down the random deliberations that my brain is up to when I am unsuccessfully trying to will it to sleep. I hope that the outcome would shame it into ceasing its relentless attack on my sleeping patterns.
(So basically I'm trying to trick my brain into letting me sleep, but I doubt it will be successful as whatever I think of must be registered by it. Weird.)
