“Writing is a dog’s life,
but the only life worth living,” said Flaubert. A meticulous writer whose
novels became classics though he was, Flaubert died penniless. Many great writers lived rather miserable
lives because writing was not a very remunerative job in those days. There were many artists too who lived in
utter poverty though after their death their paintings were sold for sums which
they could never have imagined in life.
Is it because they never
worked for money that their works had such profundity? Does money contaminate everything it touches?
There is no money in
blogging anyway. At least, not anything
significant. Flaubert and Dostoevsky
could accept the agony of pennilessness because they were in search of
something much more meaningful than money.
It is their search for meaning that made their writing profound. And that search, the search for meaning, is
an endless search.
Why don’t we find such
deep writing today? The best writers of
our times take shelter in the intrigues of history and/or the chiaroscuro of
language. V. S. Naipaul had even gone to
the extent of proclaiming the death of the novel. Contemporary society cannot inspire profound
works. The human species has become too
shallow intellectually and emotionally. Spiritually
too, of course. Godmen have taken the
place of gods. Mammon has taken the
place of gods. Money cannot stir the
depths within. But who wants depths
anyway?
As a blogger I too would
be happy to make some money out of the hobby if possible. But there’s nothing in it. And yet I continue to blog. As Joan Didion said, “I write entirely to
find out what I’m thinking, what I’m looking at, what I see and what it means.
What I want and what I fear...” I know
that blogging for me is more than just an addiction. That’s why I cannot but blog.
Our generation, which includes me, search for instant gratification. Who bothers, nowadays, to read a well writen literary piece when all they need is just the plot with sex, violence and glamour.
ReplyDeleteIt seems some hardships are necessary for escaping the frivolousness of "sex, violence and glamour." Or, hardships are an inevitable part of probing the depths.
DeleteThat's the way I go too. Being in the grip of addiction, I have nothing to do but blogging
ReplyDeleteSome addictions like blogging are better than many others.
DeleteBlogging is a valve to vent many a pent up ire. I'm happy to belong to this world, though more of a rarely active member. I get to read a lot about things I don't much understand, so it's a continuing education. No complaints from me. :)
ReplyDeleteI'm not complaining, Rakesh ji :) Just wondering aloud why serious literature is becoming a rarity. By the way, your stories carry a lot of depth. I'm serious about that, ok?
DeleteComing from you, it makes my efforts worthwhile, sir! :)
Delete:)
DeleteWhen you are away and not writing for some time for whatever reasons, you notice the void and realize that the very exercise of blogging means a lot...
ReplyDeleteVery true.
DeleteWell said, exactly echoes my thoughts, except that I wouldn't have benn able to put it so well!
ReplyDeleteThanks for the compliment, Priyanka.
DeleteYours is a soul-stirring story. You are doing what Henry David Thoreau rightly said 'Live Deliberately ! And by doing that you are leaving a rich legacy. Somebody in the succeeding generations definitely may dig out your talents and I am sure that your treasure would comes out and the world would derive benefit. Happy blogging :))))))
ReplyDeleteThanks, VSR. I'm living deliberately, yes. Creating meaning as I go along. There's no other way for people like me.
DeleteWriting has become a part of my life. It doesn't matter anymore how little it pays. It gives meaning to my life and that's enough for me.
ReplyDeleteWriting has been a part of me for a long time. I'm not doing it for money either. But I am just wondering... There are all sorts of divine papas and ammas who preach simplicity and austerity to their devotees when they are living in grand opulence. Fraudsters get paid unimaginably while genuine services go unpaid. Funny world it is :)
DeleteEverybody is looking for their two minutes under the sun these days! How I wish Dostoevsky's tribe increases.
ReplyDeleteSince Murphy's Law is what works, the movement is always downward...
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