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Ramblings on Personal blogs

When I started blogging, I used to have the thought that all the blogs that I would come across would be personal blogs! Little did I know that there are blogs which are more of a website than a blog with "I"s, "me"s and "mine"s.

While I agree that people do not like to read much about this narcissism that personal bloggers carry in each and every line of their posts, I think they are missing a point here. Personal blogs shouldn't be looked at as a medium of showing off narcissistic barks of self obsessed introverts who cannot have a say in a public forum!

No, not all bloggers are self obsessed, not all are introverts and not all lack the audacity to make their points in public forums (although they might just be uninterested!). What I feel about personal blogging is that it should be looked at as a journey of an individual on this world. A journey of highs and lows, of learning and unlearning, of songs and poetry, of sentences and paragraphs. If you want to come along and be a part of that journey, then personal bloggers would welcome you with an open heart. If you want to come along and criticize them, then they would humbly try to find out the logic behind that criticism. If you want to come along and sing a song with them, Oh! they would write a song just for that purpose.

Personal blogs are not about "I"s and "Me"s, they are the pages of a humongous novel of an unknown protagonist who unfolds it in front of you, one at a time. The pages of that novel might contain anything that the protagonist feels about at that time and more importantly it would have the stories of impacts faced because of the real global, national and local political and socio-economical episodes. 

However, I don't know why but I feel that such blogs are declining at a noticeable rate! what happens to those protagonists? why do they leave their novels with half filled pages? Have they decided to quit their documentation of life because life has more hardships to offer than what can be written about? Or have they shifted their documentation to more popular social networks  with catchy timeline features? I do not know, do you?

Personal blogging is a means of communication and broadcast which has the capacity to go down in the history text books as a medium of change, rebel and revolutions! I believe it has the power to collectively change the world for better or for best. 


  1. Blog is a short form for Web Log, which denotes a kind of diary or personal note, or a recording of events from a specific point of view. That is what distinguishes a blog from a website. Of course, quite often the boundaries between blog and website becomes blurred as a blog is easier to start and maintain than a website. There are many blogs which are just like general or specific purpose websites.

    1. Web logs ( or blogs) are to me a contemporary art form. Rampage consumerism, easy money through digitisation and capitalist products ' campaign have diminished that art form.
      I remember how blogs became a common name to me through Amitabh Bacchan and Arun Jaitely. Perhaps only few countable blogs are willing to maintain its art form at its purest level.

  2. I do not think there is anything wrong if any introvert is feeling happy or relief by blogging. Happiness is the first thing. Though I personally do not write it, I can easily see two applications. One, just in case the blogger has found some life lesson and has shared the same on the blog, someday someone else in a similar condition may discover that lesson and gain from it. Nothing is lost on the Internet. Secondly, even if there is no life lesson or solution, but just a narrative of experiences, the future reader may just come to know that someone in the past had also gone through the same experiences. It is a great support. In any case, I do not think that everything needs to have an application. If it brings joy to any individual (either the blogger or the reader) it is already successful.

    Yes, I read somewhere (perhaps on Wikipedia) that social media is the primary reason for decline in blogging as users prefer to use the former. Mostly the personal bloggers, who aim at venting out their feelings, chose to remain anonymous; I wonder how do they achieve this on social media, e.g., Facebook.

    1. My feelings are exactly on the same line with you. And let me assure you by saying that I am a self proclaimed introvert and I do not see anything wrong at writing out things which I find trivial speaking about.

      But, from personal experience, when I come across a person in real life, who somehow knows that I maintain a blog, they do not hesitate to comment indirectly about how surprised they are at seeing me so vocal with my blog but not so vocal in reality.

      It is directed at those people that they think that we are phony enough to not do the same thing in real life (I find it amusing)

      Thanks Amit sir, your much awaited presence has made this place more bright:)

  3. Ah, like I see, its all still the same. It takes new forms, hiding some reality and calling it a fiction. Now they are not straightforward. One has to dig deep. It's just an evolution.

    I liked the way you have expressed things here! :-)

    1. I have the same respect for blogs which aims at storytelling, poetry and creative writings. As with any novel, the more you read someone's work the more you get to know the life of the author through various themes presented in their writings. I agree that it is an evolution of musings and ramblings. Not everyone wants to share the opinions that straightforward.

  4. Everything evolves and so is blogging. Earlier it was all about personal experiences and musings, now it is moving towards educating others. As long as it's not just spamming the mailbox, I would like to see the evolution

    1. Evolution is an interesting theory. While I accept evolution of apes into human beings, I want the apes to still survive along with their fellow human beings:)

  5. More often than not, problems afflicting individuals can be traced back to widely prevalent phenomena —deprivation, loss, tragedies, grief... What is different at individual levels are the reaction, fortitude and denouements, some of which might be truly beyond the sufferer's powers to check. Sometimes, the blogger is pained by violent deprivation of life and justice from people unrelated to them, such a the abominable gang-rape and slaughter of 'Nirbhaya', or the more catastrophic release of the prominent butcher in her case, the so-called 'minor'. The same can be said of happier emotions. Therefore, there will always be takeaways from personal blogs.

    Your conclusion will buttress the confidence of many a practitioner of the trade, even though the attention span of the humans seems to have shrivelled to seconds.

    1. I agree. There are lots of takeaways from personal blogs, of only people start taking them as a form of art, medium of expression and book of individuality.

      This form of blogging should not be allowed to die. With changing and evolving technologies, the medium of expressions are fast changing! From personal blogging to micro blogging to Instagrams and video logs.

      With so much of noise out there, I am afraid if this trade is not buttressed by the traders itself, then things would meet a slow death before even picking up a momentum of change!

  6. Like everything else such as FB and Twitter, blogging has been hijacked by the narcissists.

    1. But I love the narcissists who show off their thoughts and intellect instead of physical appearances and wealth:)

  7. Personal blogs is on decline as there are other mediums that have cropped up such as twitter and face book. There were times once when people used to jot down each day happenings in a diary but then now almost vanished, Further not all are comfortable sharing their experiences with the world.

    1. Diary writing is a utterly lonely affair! Isn't it funny how we proclaim ourselves of loving solitude yet seek people in some forms to get through our days. Personal blogs indeed seek people, seek readers.

      Yes, not all are comfortable enough sharing their thoughts and experiences and that's where some start short stories and poems to mask their own feelings.


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