Confessions of a Stone-Age blogger

Stone-Age- you know the time when man had recently found out that stones can be used to do some really cool stuff, right?

Well if that guy was to get down here and write a blog, he would have considerably more experience than me at this blogging thing.

I have always imagined that bloggers are guys whose sole raison d'etre was to sit before their computers all day long & gaze all day long at their 15" flat screen 2GB RAM love interest (read "PC").

For me these were the people who go hysteric with joy to discover that their year old "eating-pooping-bawling" bundle of joy can screw up their computers before it can walk .
The only reason to see that pudgy cute baby waddle about is that there is something new to put on its own blog!

Well, I could really go on and on about my prejudices about bloggers & people who read them. But I won't. I have discovered that you don't have to be a homo computus (a sub-species of homo-sapiens that is not at all erectus, primarily because it always bent over some keyboard or the other)

So, I got over my first inhibition against blogging- that of being computer savvy.
And then I set about thinking, what is it really that gives me the essential I.Q. to blog?

I think you just have to be very very unoccupied . And you must be able to talk about anything. Absolutely anyting. It doesn't really matter if its not even as good as bullshit.

In short, you can be a blogger if you are an MBA. (Hence, Exhibit No.1: ME!!)

And so, it doesn't matter if I am more awkward at this new art than a stone-age dude- I can still blog!

And besides, I can write whatever crazy ideas I get and there is no bondage that some poor guy must read it. I can just send the crap out there in the endless void, some unfortunate fellow might happen to find it and derive some entertainment from the same. Of course, the poor chap could be subjected to the sheer torture of reading it- but relief is just a click away!

So, in conclusion (finally!!) I am reminded of my favourite playwright- G.B.Shaw's warning for his readers.

He said that he felt morally responsible that they had spent a few pennies for whatever he had scribbled. And so he warned them that they must take his musings to heart only if they pleased them. If they disturbed the reader, they can be easily dismissed as ravings of a witless moron.

Well, I don't think that warning is even required in this case.