Any fool can criticize, condemn, and complain - and most fools do.
Dale Carnegie. United States educator (1888-1955)
I began by creating my own space. This was when my entire band of friends -- in Lower Manhattan, Clare Market and Houghton Street were contriving to log-onto the newest technological marvel -- Weblog! I stopped talking to my good old dairy. Suddenly I was tuned into a medium that made me express myself to the whole world. (Or whoever cared to read me). Not long after, my fav New York Times had competition. Alternate media, as hacks began to call the now-famous blogs.
Blogs come in all shapes and cuts. Stupid to absurd to personal to political. Some jot about food. Others feel obsessed about sex. Yet others doodle philosophy. I decided to keep mine eclectic -- mixed for those who don't like philosophical digresses. At first only my pals read me. Soon after completely strange people started stopping by -- visiting my blog -- occassionally dropping comments. Bland to Buck-up types. Frankly, I never expected any feedback. I only smile when I see my friends' drop by. I am woefully choosy and hate undue attention.
After some nice and not-so-nice comments, a barrage of hate comments followed. In newspaper lingo we call it hate-mail. Often seen as a positive sign. I reckon, some netizens can't simply stomach my space. I am not surprised. Susan Sarandon, the academy award winning American actress is net-stalked these days because of her political views. I occassionally like to jibe George Bush and must have slammed Isreal a couple of times in these pages.
True, debate and dissent is part of the democratic world but offensive jargon. Swear-words. Dumb, inerudite small-talk. Unacceptable. I guess one learns how to keep the tasteless blokes off your space. I am not for positive signs.
In hindsight, nothing can take away my love of literature from me. I will continue to scribble. And a small caveat to the gate-crashers: This is my kitchen, if you can't stand the heat, Get out.