A few days ago a good friend called on my mobile and told me
that he finished reading all the posts on my Blog- some 380 odd that I wrote
from 2008. He said, my postings peaked in 2010 and 2011 and tapered off to a
trickle in the year that went past. It took him, a fastidious soldier to
calculate that. Else who bothers? Do I? No. Blogging was more about letting out
oneself, a sort of stress and ennui buster and I seldom kept counting posts or
participating in marathons in the Blogdom.
It is easier to and safer too, to write about inanimate
matters and dogs, cats or bugs- folks who do will vouch, I’m certain. For,
writing about them you could write what you honestly feel about those creatures
and your relationship with them. Your earnest observation or even swollen feelings will not
elicit comments from them. You may have no fear about them frowning at you for a candid and what you might rightly feel is an
honest observation, or accuse you of calumny. But write about the folks you
moved within the past week, an old face and you may see a few grimaces, frowns and
expressive annoyance accusing you of slander and innuendo. Some may feel you
are prying, ostensibly puritanical while being an incorrigible hypocrite and
shoot off their reprisals, chafe and profanity. Besides, all the feelings that
one keep cannot be from the land of fairness and goodness. That tells the
partial reason for the parsimonious blogging over the past couple of years. Why, as
an old chum put it, “invite self corrosion?”
In the present day world, more precisely in the more civilised
(sic) modern day society we live, the perils of wielding the pen or exercising
the tongue are insurmountable. It is not the pernicious zeal of safe guarding
and holding on to one’s opinions but the fierce malice towards all ideas that
are non-confirming to ours. A friend
called me a pit bull, derisively. He stated I was being too brash, audaciously
and unnecessarily blunt with some comments I made. He was petulant about my observation
on the “Good Governance Day”. But yet, I find it neigh difficult to stave off
the urge to write if not with malice, with vehemence when it calls for. It is
utterly daunting to me.
Yet another person wondered aloud why I was expressing opinions
that would not be acceptable to others. Why, why? I stood back and mused, tried
to reflect am I culpable of the alleged misdemenour?
Having asserted thus, there were indeed matters to reflect and
put in words, such as for instance meeting an old acquaintance-a knavish person
after a quite a few years. While having lunch with her the, her infamous and
feral mechinisations fleeted through my mind. I came back with the firm opinion
that a few years more of aging since I last confronted her may not have mellowed
her wee bit and she would still be capable and wily as before.
To me it is astonishing how some folk(s) change with wealth and
trappings that until recently was a distant carrot and a mirage to them. Malarkey
at its acme! New chums, wealthy acquaintances, and gilded social gatherings
assorted with celebrities well, well…! One can only remember the past and leave
a deep sigh, while taking extra care to keep a distance.
How far can one get candid, about the world around, the
people you know and about oneself? How honest can one get, can one be with one’s opinion and yet
not be honest enough to provoke? Or is that standard exalted and worthy? What
could one say when confronted with the question what fucking business does you have to comment? Finally I might have ended
up provoking the holy nobles by using the “infamous” word above.