On Writing Blogs

As part of my 2018 birthday (I refuse to say which one), my daughter created this space for me to write about issues and subjects I feel strongly about. Twice before today I opened this very screen and stared at it un-inspired, and somewhat shame-facedly closed the page. Why? Because my mind was blank. All the issues I feel strongly about? All the injustices in this world? All the love I have to give? Could I not write even a single word about any of these?

To put it succinctly, the only feeling I had was a total lack of inspiration. My favorite subjects, like the plight of the girl child in India, the lack of civic sense amongst us, the saffron-isation of our country, and so on and so forth, all went dry. Not a word could I write as I looked at the screen.

Today I cleaned the screen of my computer, with a soft cloth and spray. Wow, what an achievement, you may scoff. Yes it is an achievement for me. I never seem to do it without leaving ugly streaks of cleaning fluid that dry and make the screen look dirty. So, I cheated. I got my assistant, a keen eager young fresher, to do it for me. And you know what? As I suspected, she did a perfect job. So, what is wrong with me? Butter-fingers? No sense of the technique needed? I do not know and I do not care. She was happy to do it, and knew I could not do it half as well as she could.

Now my screen is clean, and I am ready to write. So far, looking up at what I have written, it is all drivel. How can I write such crap? Who is going to read this meaningless writing. Actually who will read even my meaningful issue laden writing? I left Facebook over 2 months ago, and have no interest in ever going back. I used to post prolifically on FB. Maybe I will get into the habit of doing so on this blog.

But the big question mark in my mind is, who will care enough to read my drivel? If someone does, I will be happy to continue writing. Not just on serious subjects, but on love and romance, on the good things in life, not just the ugly things, of which there is no shortage.

Mira Saraf, you have to help me here. I will have not have a great deal of time on my hands to write. But if I get into the habit, is it worth anyone’s while to read what I have to say?

If I am convinced, I will be back tomorrow. No wait, I will be on a plane most of tomorrow. Maybe the day after?

Bye for now.