So, the blog I was supposed to start later, is up, and running. Its been a good month or so here, and while it was great while it lasted, I got paid.
Let me explain that.
I had a job, yes, had a job and with the first salary I got, I paid for the address. Nothing more, I mean I could have but that would have prevented the posting stuff up there, so I didn’t. It didn’t matter. At a further time, it very well might.
That is what is important, I guess to get it all going, a minimal approach to blogging where all you need to do, at least initially is to get stuff out of the door, get the blood pumping. I think that is happening right now.
Writers are magicians; and inventors of time machines, and a lot of other stuff too. Writers are gods, notice the small ‘g’. Writers are gods, creators of their own worlds; own universes. We are not bound by space or time for that matter. We are also liars, great liars. We turn believers into non-believers and vice-versa. I was reading an interview of Mr. Quentin Tarantino a few days back wherein he talked about “bringing literature back to film-making”. I was impressed.
I was reading this book by Carol S. Dweck: ‘Mindsets’; my friend who had lent me this one had a lot of these self-help books. I am not that big a fan. So, yeah I was reading this book and you know out of the blue I realised something. This market, the self help books market that is, is a pretty big one; and even though they are all talking about different things they all seem to make sense. It was then that I came up with a postulate explaining the phenomenon. It goes like this: they take a fact, a simple basic true fact, then they build their whole theory upon this one simple basic fact; this one truth. Now since we know that what we began with is inherently true, we concur that whatever is being built upon that is also true. And that’s why the book you’re reading always seems to make sense. Confused? Take a deep breath and read it again.
This is also how great fiction writers operate I believe, creating great characters, and vivid scenarios. That brings me to the other stuff I wanted to talk about. We are all so different and yet so same, so damn same!
The last chapter of the book, ‘The road less traveled‘, deals with this subject. Something about a collective conscience of the human race. It says something amazing. It says each generation adds to this thing, this collective conscience and we all draw from it. Not as efficiently as desired, but still. As an example consider a normal response to any threatening situation. How do we know how to react to the said situation? How do we know we have to get of the way of a raging bull or truck or car or elephant or well you get the zest, don’t you? We do so by drawing from this collective conscious, we move because after getting thrashed enough number of times, some one at some time must have dove out-of-the-way and that reaction would have been registered in the consciousness.
This is how characters connect on some level when we are reading a work, I think. Or maybe not. Its your pick really. We are what we choose to believe after all!
Oh and lastly, writers are assholes. Most of them atleast. Break one’s heart and you’ll know! Or have a fight with one and don’t forget to check the creativity with which you’ll be killed off on the next novel!
We are different; we’ve been wired that way. How we think, how we respond to situations defines us. And hence, what might work for some, might not for some. It’s plain genetics.
Wondering where I am going next with this?
Like usual, here’s a slight recap:
The first three years of my time at one India’s prime educational institutions have culminated into utter absurdity. For those who are having difficulty in understanding or absorbing what I just said, sample this: one of the prime benefits of good higher education in this country means or rather is measured by the salary you get when you get placed. No it’s not knowledge, really! But then again, I do not intend to say I learned a particular great deal much but just am not eligible for placement. That too, might not be entirely my fault; remember when your professor analysing your research paper states that you need to buff up on the numericals, even though your project was not at all a single bit about that; you should, at that very moment get a hold of yourself.
Alright so, I’m not getting a job it seems, and well survival IS one of the prime-most urges that we as humans are capable of, so I kind of need a job. And I kind of do need a job.
Next up, sometime in the months of February-March the next year, there is going to be held an examination; this one is called GATE. Many of you might be familiar with it. This particular exam now seems to be the next make or break thing for me. It feels as if I’m back in the JEE times. JEE again is another examination conducted by the same bunch of people. That too is one of the toughest exams on this planet perhaps.
So yeah, it’s around five or six months left for me to prepare the entire syllabus I haven’t somehow done brilliantly enough. There was this line I came up with a few days back (I keep coming up with these little things to sort of keep the self motivated), it went something like this: ‘In order to succeed in JEE, you need to prove to yourself that you’ve wasted the last three years of your life, more or less’
Enough with the beating around the bush, none of this has anything to do with the so-called recap I just gave, in fact the first few lines I wrote back when things were seeming a bit bright. It was back when I had posted a couple of posts, a little quickly given the rate at which I usually operate.
What I had wanted to say, back then, before all of this, was this, the following that is.
You must have, my fellow blogger, been through some pieces explaining the healthy ways to blog. Most of them were or rather more or less similar. The points which they stress on are mostly logical enough. But generalisation can be a bad thing, and hence, when they say blogging regularly or with routine is beneficial; despite of the fact that they are speaking logically and are in a way correct (I mean, posting regularly is obviously going to get you a regular and good following) but then, posting regularly in itself is a complex task.
There is no point in talking about mundane stuff; I mean nobody (well at least not me) would be interested in what you ate today!
Quality is something which cannot be compromised! And hence, if you are too stringent regarding the routine you are bound to feel let down when the numbers are not there despite the effort.
Kurt Vonnegut talks in his book ‘Timequake’ about the presence of two sorts of writers in this world: those who write stuff in any order it comes to them, without too much discretion and then later on they go through all of the stuff and pick out the good stuff while deleting the rest; the other type, which he calls ‘bashers’ write stuff one syllable at a time, and unless they absolutely nail it, they do not move forward. He says women mostly belong to the first category, while men to the other. I wish the distinction were this simple; call me an eighty per cent basher.
So yeah, it can take me a while: a day, a month, an year perhaps before I come with the exact words I need, and hence following a time-table might just not be my thing.
He also talks about: equality, the economic aspect of it. You know equal wages to all kind of thing. I don’t think such a society is achievable or even desirable. I’ve been meaning to write something on the topic for a long, long time now.
A little background might help here: I have been on a sort of leave from the blog, and no it was not self-imposed or disciplinarian in any sense. I just had a bad time, physically; and then there was the all familiar: inertia.
Even after deciding many-a-times to implement this habit, perhaps to blog with at least some sense of regularity, I wasn’t actually able to achieve any: regularity that is. So, this is me, trying to persuade myself, trying to inspire, stimulate myself by justifying blogging to myself.
Now, that history part of the dialogue is out of the way, let’s concentrate on the whys!
Reasons to blog:
I enjoy writing
I do, kind of like to write; create situations, characters, stories! But then, I am currently working on two independent and ideologically opposite projects. So, there’s no less or absence of writing here. Also, the fact that it’d soon be the beginning of placement season and preparations are still wrong overdue doesn’t help the matters.
Hence, just the fact that I enjoy writing alone, won’t help the matters I guess.
All right, the fact that my life currently is not panning out as I had planned led me to think. And when I think; which I’m almost always doing, I come across facts (okay, not facts, mere observations), observations which are not usually favorable. So, this time I realized I was lacking in discipline, and well, it was one of the prime reasons for me to consider blogging regularly and one of my chief weapons against inertia.
Escape from stagnation
The projects that I’m currently working on involve sitting for long times, thinking about characters, story development, history, other than the actual writing part and hence, I need to blog. To escape from the sameness of it all, to explore new ideas, new thoughts as I blog on!
To maintain, perhaps, a sense of continuity as there are days: many of them in fact, when I don’t write a thing; partly because I’m wondering about the story-line, partly because of inertia, partly because of other assignments.
And, finally to interact, to communicate I need to blog; because after a while there are no new comments, no new faces, just the familiar set of people who follow the development of a longer project, but when you blog there’s a chance to interact with new sets of people with almost each new post.
Interests vary, and you never can be sure, what might stick with whom!
So, here I am in need of communication, some fresh interaction. Feel free to join in, I’d be more than interested in knowing your reasons to blog.