I have a really bad feeling my blog is dying a slow death.
I wasn’t ignorant to the idea that there might come a time when I wont blog regularly. I actually hoped that at some point in life I would be so busy in life that I wouldn’t have the time to blog. Attempting to write down in details my thoughts, would become a chore rather that a pleasure is a very new possibility to me. No I am not yet there.
Apologies but I do have a certain disregard for what people think of my blog. I have even more disregard to bloggers who would rate, compare and comment upon other blogs. I think the recent surge in self employed critics over other bloggers more so Indian bloggers is begining to leave a very bad taste in me.
A lot of anonymous bloggers would agree that they write to avoid being judged by people they know. But then people will remain people. Thankfully so. But then they will also judge. Which is natural I believe. What I don’t get is, the authority some people think they are on judging the blogs. If you don’t like what I write you go else where. Stop cribbing and cringing.
The reason I feel that this blog is dying like an old haggard lonely person at that, is because this blog had endeavoured plenty of emotional trauma. Bloggers have come and gone. There was a time in England, that I would log in every morning, confident that some of my favourite bloggers would have updated their blogs. No more. Most of them don’t write any more. Oh well. Can’t really complain now can I?
And then there are other things that I cannot even write about, lest I am accused of being insensitive, ill-mannered, blah-de-blah-de-blah. So I shall just keep that to myself.
Excuse me now. I have to do some thing about this delirium.