Sunday, September 13, 2015

The Essence of #CelebrateBlogging

I don't know why I am doing this, I'm not convinced whether I should write all this on my blog...whether I should defame myself in my orbit; perhaps people might just add the tag "frantic" to my name after reading this post...but I have made up my mind- I'll go for it. I know it's a rather suicidal attempt but I would take that risk because I believe that in the end it's the intent, the desire, the ambition that matters. You might be passing through rough patches, those patches might turn out to be barren islands that might drain out your verve, your zeal, your enthusiasm....but then you need to come back even stronger. Sounds lyrical alright, sounds philosophical as well....but I strongly believe that, I, to an extent have managed to wither the "storm". And blogging has been quite the driving force. Now, that blogadda has given me the platform to express my love for blogging through the prompt "Celebrate Blogging", I won't hold back. As a matter of fact, I have tried my best to rack up my thoughts and pen down such a post in the past as well...I failed in the process. This is perhaps my last chance. I'll try to be as precise and perspicuous as possible.

Well, I have been brought up in a middle class Bengali joint family with my grandparents and uncles (along with their families) living together under the same roof. Oh yes, as a reader, you must have gauged the sense of nonchalance in my opening statement already; but believe me, we, I and my parents, did our best to bridge the fundamental gap. Not to be, the venom had been injected deep into the roots...the noxious poison called "discrimination" that had created an impermeable layer of "inequality" in the family even before I was born. And I was absorbed into the "loop of death" right from the salad days...I was never allowed to be a part of family gatherings, family ceremonies like "Diwali" or "Bhai Phonta", always left out of indoor cricket matches, pujo gatherings, family outings, movie outings, dinner; in short secluded, quarantined...isolated. And as a little kid, it was difficult for me to grasp the ingrained pandemonium, but the serial insensitivity did put me into a shell...and I didn't know how to get out of it. Traditionally, we do respect our grand-parents a lot, I feel ashamed to say this, but perhaps that isn't true in my case....they could have at least tried to plug in those holes that might have been created inadvertently. I have tried to find out from them many-a-times; they have silently ignored my questions. Now, I know the reason and I don't even want to talk about it. Or perhaps I do, at a later stage in my life...and who knows, perhaps even sooner than that through a blogpost. It's hilarious to decipher that you have been shoved to one corner just because you and your parents are "more talented" (in every respect as "they" say) than the rest of your family members; I don't know whether my readers could extract 'sense' out of that venerated argument...if you haven't, don't even try. But then, yes, it did affect me a lot....it did create an agonizing dent, the scars of that excruciatingly painful  episode still remain. I have had a tough time in my life after that, it's never been a bed of roses for me anyway...but believe me, this chapter had literally gutted me from inside...I had almost stepped into a cocoon when I entered school, I was a quiet child...I hardly interacted with my classmates, hardly responded to the lessons being taught in class. I was a good student but I never had good friends; sadly, I was "overlooked" yet again, this time in a territory that was pretty much away from home....the cataclysmic impact of repudiation on a young mind. I secured second rank in my school at the Higher Secondary Level, much to "their" surprise and I greeted with the question- "How could even manage to achieve it? Did you adopt unfair means during the exam?" Sounds hilarious right? Yes it does...and believe me, it hurts even more when it comes from your own family members. Even at the University level, I had a tough time trying to cope up with the spasmodic change...my world was quickly evolving and I was still carrying the burden of the past. But then, in my third year of Engineering, my perspective changed. A lot of credit goes to the environment of Jadavpur University that taught me how to rise up and protest against the revered "convention"...to put forward a gutsy, fearless perspective. I was involved in a number of student protest movements at that point of time, though passively, but it changed my way of life. I started writing white-papers on transformation, transition, change....that was my only way of expression. I wrote of myself because that gave me a sense of liberation...a sense of independence, it gave me a "backbone". However, I soon realized that I might lose out on the hard-copies of my "creation", all my diaries, due to misplacement and wear & tear...and I couldn't have haved afforded the loss. My notes had turned into my source of oxygen, I now had a channel to not only vent out my anger, my indignation, my antipathy but share the things that I love to do with the world. Oh wait, nobody even read my notes. I perhaps didn't want people to read about my misery.
I would rather bless that random samaritan who had once posted about blogging on one of our Jadavpur University Orkut communities..I don't remember his name, but I'm absolutely indebted to him for fact that he introduced me to the medium of "Digital scribbles", the medium of unproctored content generation. Now, I knew how to create an online repository of content that I had previously created on white paper, that is free from expiry, wear and tear and would be restored forever. In addition to this, I soon realized that I had unintentionally entered into a domain of limitless possibilities where people would stumble upon your blog, read them and express their opinion on the topic of your post. It did wonders for me and my personality, I did realize that there are like-minded people around me..there are people who have faced impending challenges in life, lost in most them and have still persisted to have scripted legendary comebacks. Yes, their blogs, their accounts were inspiring enough for me to rise from the "Ashes" of abnegation; they inspired me to write more...to express more on the digital platform. And I have never looked back from there on...over the last couple of years, I have developed a keen interest towards photography and I publish them very frequently on my blog. I do try to create a judicious balance between pictures and text when I fabricate a blog-post; that is again a very interesting exercise. Now that I have completed 200 blog-posts, there's a sense of accomplishment...there's a sense of euphoria, a sense of completeness; I know that my work, however insignificant it might be, will remain perpetually.

Cheers to the spirit of creativity, to expression,
Let's come together and celebrate blogging...
How do I celebrate blogging? Well...I do it each and every day, I respect this "art" because it has given me the reason to survive and the fact that I have finally gather courage to write this blog-post, that's attributable to the spirit of blogging that keeps me going. I have written in a number of my prior blog-posts that I have been closely working in the rural sector of West Bengal in terms of their skill / motivation upgradation. I meet so many young, vibrant individuals each and every day...I try, in whatever possible way, to motivate people to take up blogging, if not full-time, as a weekly practise. Honestly speaking, we are pegged back by social inequalities, social injustice...and people at the grass-root level are direct beneficiaries, they have a lot of say in this direction; what they lack is a common channel of expression. At times, even the grievance redressal processes turn out to be rather time-taking....a simple blog-post could be a very effective tool in this direction. It is to be noted that at this point in time, bloggers in West Bengal are making effective use of the vernacular language (Bengali) even in the blogging arena...and the blogs are becoming increasingly popular with every passing day. We recently observed a mass student upheaval #hokkolorob in Bengal and there have been fantastic blog-posts written in this direction. Infact, I have also observed certain popular newspapers quoting references from a number of such blog-posts as a mark of allegiance to this powerful mode of expression. That is, my friend, in essence the spirit of "Celebrate Blogging"...when we talk about celebration, it's about the spirit of concord, the spirit of harmony, the spirit of integrity- and if we could successfully create such fantastic blogging collaborations, nothing like it. I have often collaborated with bloggers from various genres, trying to create a perfect amalgamation of thoughts and ideas...it has worked wonders for me. It has given me a newer direction, a newer zeal to survive. I have also realized that inconspicuously, blogging has become a part of my identity as well....I am proud to be a blogger, I am proud to have celebrated the spirit of blogging. It gives me immense pleasure when a random stranger finds my blog interesting and drops a comment, it's a sense of accomplishment. And the best part about blogging is that it's your personal space, you are free to express your views through the content...that's another essence of celebration- no restriction, no bounds, a free-spirited effort. This post is an ode to all our blog-readers who have stopped by, read our posts, analyzed them and presented their opinion; that completes the circle alright. That is indeed the essence of #CelebrateBloggingCome join me in this celebration...let's join hands and take blogging to a whole new level altogether.

I did make an entry into Times of India last week and I have been introduced as a blogger!
Such a proud moment it was.
*I am writing for #WIN15 – BlogAdda’s Blog Awards on how to #CelebrateBlogging! You should too! Incidentally I have also been nominated for the #WIN15 blogger awards under  the category "Photo and Video", if you like my blog, do vote for me by clicking on this link. Do drop in your feedback in the comments section, that's how we grow :)
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