Yeah! It has been a very long time since I wrote something here. I have a question for you all. Why do you write what you write? Don’t get me wrong. This blog is something very important to me. I mean this is the home which has around 300 of my ramblings and I have earned a lot of people in my life through this beautiful blog. That is one of the reasons it feels so bad to not update this. But then again, it also should not be a reason to update it now and then. I seem to have lost motivation to write anything?
In good old days, I had the liberty to write what comes in my mind and not care about what people thought. I knew there were only three people who read my blog back then. But I am not sure now. The problem is not what people tell me. I can always take good advice and change my ways. But they judge me for the thoughts I put forth in this space of mine.
Imagine this, you are in middle of a busy road, shopping or roaming around. You see this house which is okayish. As Murphy’s Law would have it, suddenly there are few people talk about how good it was in its old days and the small art piece in the veranda and the exotic painting in the living room. Naturally you want to go and have a look. When you go there, you find an old man, somewhat insane rambling about the insignificance of being. Some of his ramblings offend you. What would you do?
I wanted to be away from all the social media overdose for few days. It was impossible. I took a break from blogging. But the chaos inside the head wouldn’t stop. Then I thought, it is not the social media. It is me who has the problem. I started to make my conversations short. It was a very simple idea but a hard one to go through. I decided to stop talking about others.
The idea is fair and simple. When I am conversing with someone, I don’t talk about the third person. That is the only rule. I thought it would be a cake walk. It was nothing but that.
After sharing the pleasantries, most of the time I didn’t know what to talk. It only meant one thing. I had been gossiping away to glory. Always and with everyone there was always a joke about Mr. X and a tid bit about Ms. Y. I don’t know what I was thinking. The duration of the calls were getting shorter and shorter. Some thought I was plain boring and some thought I am rude. To accept the shame, I was dying to gossip. In the initial days, I saw and heard so many things about so many people. I wanted to share and spread the word. But thankfully I kept my promise to myself. I didn’t talk about them.
But then I had to break the fast. I was slowly becoming a person with no social contacts. I had to break the fast because I had to seek help for one friend of mine to another. I have kept it simple as of now. I am not going to talk about a third person till the second person brings up the topic. I may gladly participate in the conversation and leave it when they have had enough.
The positive side of thing is that, I get to know more about the people I was talking with. I noticed if they are working on anything new, any new hobbies they had picked up etc., it was so refreshing and at the same time humbling. People are so passionate about what they are doing. They are trying things which I haven’t even heard of. It may sound clichéd but I realized if we observe everyone closely, they may inspire us in a way which we had never thought it would be possible.
May be I should take this detox once in three months and see if it is possible.
Until I get the urge to write again,