Chowrangi

Where characteristics like ‘easy’ and ‘free’ have enabled literally everyone situated anywhere (of course having access to Internet) to setup blogs or sites, but it has also added a huge pile of useless and inutile to the wild wide web.

We all know it and we all understand it, but just for the heck of it, and just to keep ourselves satisfied that we are sticking to the “fad”, we not only comment on the crap, but also include it in our blogroll. I have seen many “popular” blog which discuss nothing but the critical problem of “Why Praveena has been killed in the last episode of Ba, Bahoo Aur Baby soap?” That post was on a popular blog in India, and the number of comments and views were astounding.

There are literally millions of blogs out there. Almost half of them are updated frequently. Just a handful of those blogs are visited, read and subscribed by considerable people, yet the number of blogs is increasing and their fame hasn’t seen a downward spiral yet.

There are many bloggers out there who write a genuinely nice post full with original ideas and adorned with beautiful language and sprinkled with awesome wisdom. They write their post with perseverance and utmost care, and then start counting on the remote-to-zero chance that someone will stumble upon it, or digg it, reddit it, or at least comment upon it. Most of them don’t do it to become rich or famous, they just want an appreciation of good writing.

Blogging is a free writing. It is what has liberated the writing. It is what has brought the every kind of writing to everyone, everywhere. Blogging is what you feel you translate that into words without caring much for the intricacies of grammar and punctuation and in some cases spellings. What Americans has done to the English is what blogging is doing to the writing. People don’t like but they have to go with it. People don’t approve it but they have to do it.

I was disillusioned by the power of the pen so quit writing. My inability to support my belief in street protest as a potent means of resistance, with action made my pen unworthy in my eyes to express my innermost ideals and persuasions. How could I write about the merits of street protest while I myself stayed cocooned in the comfy environs of my benign, innocuous existence? How could I exhort the spirit of this nation, the light of every household to glow selflessly, to sacrifice its splendor to illuminate the dark alleys of despondency where all of us are stuck together? I fail to convince my own parents to break out of this fog of selfishness which is thickened every time anyone of us shuts our glass doors to the incumbent disaster; doors that shatter only when “IT” comes knocking. How can I then mourn the listlessness and apathy over the political games, concern for which we find enough t express in hiding in our drawing rooms. How can I ridicule that dread and fear which is used to justify my own shackles?

As weblogs proliferated earlier this decade, it was reported earlier this year that 200 million people have given up blogging, more than twice as many as are active. Given the average lifespan of a blogger and the current growth rate of blogs, it is said that blogging has probably peaked. Which isn’t to say that blogging is dead. Quite the opposite. Blog aggregator Technorati estimates that 3 million new blogs are launched every month.

Good bloggers take blogging as a job. Successful bloggers like successful employees, have the same routine: Eat, sleep, and the work.

I was flipping through the blogs last night and came across Fahd Mirza posting about some gobbledygook. He’s a hugely successful blogger, so much that he is hated by half of the world, and rest half just adore him. People all over the world love him. He’s posted tens of millions of blog posts. This presented me with a mystery.

To me, Fahd Mirza sounds like a shockingly untalented guy with a lot of fake writing training. Why do I perceive him that way when millions of his fans do not?

The bond between a blogger and blogging is like the nexus between lover and beloved. Both are linked to each other, and both are separate at the same time, like the body and soul, which are together yet they are disparate.

Blogging let the blogger to organize the different elements in such a way that it looks harmonious. Blogger, according to his intellectual capabilities, not only strives to clinch the heterogeneous components, but also due to his God-gifted talents introduces many new and fresh ideas into the society. These new capricious whimsy of blogger gives new dimensions to the values and attitude of the populace.

Comments are integral part of Blogging phenomenon. Comments allow readers of a blog to interact with the blogger and make blogging a two-way communication activity. However, most of the time comments are abused by spammers to promote and propagate messages of hate, violence, sex and racism.

Comment spam has turned into a thriving business with outfits originating from Russia, Asia and Eastern Europe, flooding blogs with messages ranging from Viagra Sale to Hot Videos and from Link Exchange requests to Site promotion by dropping URLs in comments. New breed of comment spammers cunningly go through blog posts and try to make a comment look like a relevant, genuine comment rather than piece of spam.

Why suffer in silence? Why inflict self-persecution? Who cares if we burn ourselves out in the dark? No one gives damn if you blame yourself for your follies and bad lucks and other mistakes. So just throw mud on this approach of your life, come on, shed the pain blanket, get up, forget the miseries, look at the persecutions with contempt. Just say “Hell, What could happen after all.” Don’t worry about other, even don’t worry about you. All is will, and all will be will. What maximum could happen?

Unless you are a saint or a secret agent, you are sure to have a burning desire to have people read your blog. This issue is so dear to bloggers that many sites have sprung up on the WWW just on this topic, and everyone claims to have that silver bullet on offer to attract the traffic to your blog, as flies attract to a honey pot, or boys attract to a girl in miniskirt on Tariq road.