Sunday, February 1, 2009

Why Blog?

Writing over the internet may be very good trend to follow while heading into the future. The world is getting better connected and journalism over he internet is catching up. I was just wondering why more people have started reading blogs .
I have grown seeing grown-ups discussing things they read over the newspaper or see in the news. These are moments that help them transform the bland, formal newspaper print into something colorful, something imaginative. They tell things about the news that they just read. It could be a very gloriously extrapolated version of truth, sometimes otherwise too, sometimes both. But the point is people enjoy the interpretations given by others and themselves. For those who enjoy them alone, there are always so called evening tabloids which are abound with spicy stories. It is human nature to gossip is my best guess. Call yourself a gentleman or call yourself a politically correct guy or call yourself a diplomatic guy or call yourself whatever you will, but I am sure, you just cannot deny that sometimes you do enjoy the on-the-face comments on movies by Rajeev Masand(CNN-IBN) more than the reporting of the ever politically correct diplomat Pranay Roy. And here is where I feel blogs are reaching out.
Blog writers call a spade, a spade. They think freely and write freely. With the Net and blogs making its presence felt not only with the tech savy section but also with the regular users, the potential of cyberworld will make a mark in influencing public decisions in near future. Good internet writers will be in demand.
But I read somewhere, that if you want to be a good writer, you should.. . write.

Monday, January 19, 2009

Dreams Die Young

Where art thou, my young dream
I longed for thee to see the dawn.
It became morn, you weren't to be seen
Why is that, you were gone?


Did we not start out together?
Did i not toil hard for you?
Now, you are not even in the nether
You vanished even without a clue.

Do you not remember the days that were past,
Working hard not noticing even blood off my brow?
Will you return back with hope along, fast,
Or will you allow the fear in me evermore grow?

In desperation, I asked the wise one,
He said that some dreams die young.
Is it true or is there truth none,
Tell me my friend, is it the last I've sung?



(Photograpy : Naveen Prakash. location : Krishna river reservoir, AP )