Whom do you write a blog for? For yourself or for the readers?
The question might seem a bit absurd. After all, if you want to write for yourself, then why not do it in a personal diary?
And if you are doing it for others, then why not write what they would enjoy reading?
Communication. Sigh. A perplexing topic that has had me writing posts and subsequently deleting them many a times.
For one thing, I think it is an act that we were programmed to do by the very set up of our mind and body. Human beings are said to be one of the most helpless and vulnerable beings at birth. Totally dependent on another for survival. However, how did they learn to 'cry' - their first form of communication?
" There are three different types of cries apparent in infants. The first of these three is a basic cry, which is a systematic cry with a pattern of crying and silence. Hunger is a main stimulant of the basic cry. An anger cry is much like the basic cry; however, in this cry, more excess air is forced through the vocal cords, making it a louder, more abrupt cry. The third cry is the pain cry, which, unlike the other two, has no preliminary moaning. The pain cry is one loud cry, followed by a period of breath holding. Most adults can determine whether an infant's cries signify anger or pain"
How did we learn to cry when sad and smile when happy? Was it natural or learnt? Infants seem to be crying all the time. Then, it definitely cannot have been learnt. Hence, nature, intended babies to make sound and especially make sound when we needed something - either food or relief from pain. Nature, then, intended communication to happen.
Though crying did have a purpose, it was and is still seen as something physiologically triggered by emotion. While language itself is a series of sounds, crying will never be considered a language for the sole reason that it is not thought of as deliberate.
If you have been around a baby, you will see that often it makes incomprehensible sounds, short bursts of sound. Is it mere imitation and learning and trying to reproduce the sounds that it hears around or is it trying to express something?
Babies are often attracted to other babies they meet, say in places like restaurants, malls, etc. The toddlers suddenly become oblivious to everything else and stare in amazement at each other, like two re-united members of a species in an alien land with intruding giants. Then, the more gutsy of the two will try acting smart and go near the other. He might extend his hand or jump or start babbling. The shier kid either gives a shy smile or runs to its mom. Yes. Yes. I have been intrusive enough a giant!
This babbling definitely needs to be an expression of reaching out. I mean, what else can we do? Movement and language seem to be the only output signs that we are capable of. Yes, thinking about it, that is all we can do to create a stir - either move the limbs (walking, running, jumping, stretching etc.) or make sounds.
It always feel grateful when there is a new follower or say, even a kind comment left on your blog. I do not know about those writers who are extremely famous with a huge fan following. Do they also get excited every time a new feedback or appreciation flows in? If I am not wrong, they would be.
However, at the same time, there is a deep sense of gnawing shame and regret that I never do justice to these people who have spent their time on the post. For one thing, I leave the posts hanging in the air. Try as I might, I am never able to come to a closure on topics. One things leads to another and what you thought would conclude has opened up a whole new line of thought and reasoning.
I originally started out writing on this sense of regret. Then, I pondered whether a blog post is meant to be tailored for readers or the writer's mind. Then, it led to wondering the purpose of writing at all - why people write? Why people want to pen down their thoughts? Do they want to define themselves better or have a sense of creation? It led to analyzing the origins of language.
Sometimes, I feel overwhelmed by the sheer amount of things to be understood in this world and feel scared that I never might ever come to a closure on anything. Ever. It is like a desperate search to find the source glacier starting from a very small distributary.
Perhaps there are inductive thinkers - the theorists, who develop philosophies - those who see an iron plough and wonder about the nature of metals. Then, there are the deductive thinkers - the realists, who see uses, applications - though who read about metals and think of reaping crops with iron ploughs. And the former are just quite doomed.