A very compelling reason for the minimal content and irregularity of this blog is the dearth of genuine topics to write about. This lack or its presumption provides you the power to ruminate indefinitely on pre-conceived ideas until you are left with a bad taste in your head. After some supposedly rational thought, the primary motive of my blog still eludes me. Not that I have a secondary motive.
For starters, a blog can be used for outright snobbery. It is pretty easy to throw in high-sounding words and clichés and then walk around with the suffocating airs of a literary genius. Easier still to critically analyze Kafka and Salinger while writing neutral articles about their works and pointing out the literary devices they use. All this with bits of your own fiction sprinkled in, hoping that one day lots of ink and ingenuity might be spilled on you too.
A food blog about the mess food I usually eat runs the risk of being perceived as anti-administration propaganda by the institute. Roorkee doesn’t offer much of a choice when it comes to food, or anything else for that matter.
To maintain a travel blog would be just about impossible due to the abysmally low number of travels I undertake. It would be difficult to glorify your daily E-rickshaw commutes, however thrilling they may be. However, something interesting does happen once in a while.
“I made my way through the dimly lit corridors of Rajendra Bhawan, making light of the daily ordeal that classes are. Descending two flights of stairs, I plodded along cheerily towards the Bhawan gate. Little did I know what fate had in store for me.
Standing defiantly at the Bhawan gate was a fat black cat. It looked me in the eye and then marched insolently along the length of the gate. Not once, but twice. The cat then halted and passed me a final evil grin before leaving. Never before had I encountered a more impertinent cat.
Being the sane and logical person that I am, I did not leave the Bhawan that day. I had mixed feelings about the incident. On one hand I had a valid reason to skip classes and on the other, I was owned by a cat.”
A fitness blog would be a Herculean task. Despite his divine powers and all, Hercules himself never had one.
Another trendy option is to publish an esoteric technology blog encompassing everything from copied product reviews to baffling code jargon. An added advantage will be unprecedented popularity among scores of clueless freshmen who take to coding in the hope of striking gold during a placement season 4 years ahead of them. The illusory superiority gained by leading a pack of hopeless sheep to nowhere can be liberating at times.
I also have the option of gallantly announcing myself as a political commentator and publish a mixture of sensationalist, diplomatic and populist content with an occasional unbiased article, thereby attracting slightly more followers than dissenters. I might effortlessly lampoon parties and leaders, parody applause winning political slogans and virtuously sermonize about political rudiments. In doing so, I run the risk of facing the wrath of some delicately sentimental readers. But a few cuss laden rants in the comments section do no harm to my apathetic self.
The easiest and slightly more fashionable option is to turn it into a contemporary narcissistic masterpiece. I’ll post each day about my triumphant encounters with condescending professors, redundant labs, unhealthy food, busy DC++ slots and more. I’ll go on endlessly about how I am a heartbroken cynic and how people always leave and stuff. I’ll unleash political, philosophical, hypocritical, apocalyptical, metallurgical and all sorts of phony rants. Sadly – however delusional I might be – the result will be a culmination of all the previously discarded ideas into one corny and uninteresting diary blog.
Let’s just settle for random gibberish. Meh.