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Writing is a sacred act



“Is nothing sacred?” Salman Rushdie raised this question in one of his essays with that title. He started off saying that he “grew up kissing books and bread.” Food and knowledge are arguably the most sacred things: one nourishes your body and the other your soul.

I would add writing to that list. I began writing in my youth in order to get people’s attention. I was an inveterate attention seeker. As I grew up, I realised the futility of public attention. In fact, Shillong, the place where I took my toddler steps as a writer, gave me so much unsavoury attention that I began to hate both the attention and the place. But the urge to write never left me.

Blogging became my passion eventually and I used the medium seriously to express my views on various topics ranging from literature to politics and psychology to religion. I have rather strong views on whatever affects the welfare of the species. Many of my views refuse to fall in line with conventions and social niceties. While I exercise rigorous constraint from expressing my views in personal encounters, I throw caution to the winds when I sit down to write. Writing is too sacred for me to be surrendered to diplomacy and blarney.

There were many bloggers until a couple of years ago who laid their cards on the table without hesitation. That species seems to have become almost extinct. Some of them just quit blogging altogether and the others capitulated to the charms of populism. I still go on. There are a few others too like me who strive to go on.

I am often told, especially by my students and relatives, that my writing has become too “difficult” to read. The truth is that I wish to have some serious readers who dare to think differently or at least raise questions where they should be raised. I wish there were more such bloggers as well as readers.

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  1. "I still go on. There are a few others too like me who strive to go on." May you continue in your path which indeed is the right one!

    The fact is couple of years ago, I felt that your writing was not giving fair chance to a new Government and that perhaps you were afflicted by misplaced paranoia. Time has proved you right

    It is now clear that you had a foresight that many of us missed. Wishing more power to your pen!

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    1. I'm obliged for your chivalry in articulating this view. Very few are left with such integrity today.

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  2. I can so relate to your writing because even I am a dare devil while writing and I too throw caution to the wind. Although these are difficult times for bloggers and for all those who speak their minds but its few people like yourself that can show the light of common sense and rationality to those who are blinded by bigotry and blind faith.

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    1. I gather this boldness from Kerala where i now reside. Other places would have finished me off long ago.

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  3. Your writing isn't too difficult to read. In fact, I find solace. Yes, there are some facts too plain and harsh but then, one is here to express and not white wash words. The interesting part is that your posts are the only ones which I never read in a hurry, I like to read them later with enough time at hand :)

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