Passion !!!

Passion. Compassion. Enthusiasm. Patience. Zeal. Here goes the list of doing something whole-heartedily. Why is that we are driven by our dreams, a small dream which is planted in our young mind and we water it almost everyday for its fruits. The fruits of success which we had been longing since inception. And the fruits, aah, they are pretty sweet. Because, the fruits aren't artificial. They are real. They were not born or the trees didn't bear them just like that. They impersonated the work, the lifetime work, the HARD WORK. They are sweet, nothing artificial and nothing that we have to look back to point the defects. They are carved out of one's perfection and the never ending zeal and enthusiasm. Why would they won't be sweet when you had been with it the whole time waiting endlessly to see it evolve into what you had dreamed of long back? That's why PASSION matters.

We live in a world where we can define WHAT, WHEN, HOW, WHERE, WHY. 

"We can think and decide what to do when and how to do what & where and why  to do what". 

I apologise. This might drive you nuts or consider me, but read it again carefully. You might understand. Any way, it was nonsense. Right? All I wanted to tell is that sometimes Passion drives us crazy. Isn't it? No. Okay, I won't disappoint you. That was my opinion. I am here writing some non-sense, real-serious non-sense. It's more like, writing is my passion. Don't get me wrong. I am not a good writer after all. I know it and probably you might also be knowing it. It is more like my hobby. Let me get the line clear. I was talking about blogging, writing blogs. I find the pleasure in writing, though I accept the fact of all the non-sensetial facts and the rubbish theories which I tend to explain. The explanation has no end, but I keep on blabering even when no one's there to take up my meticulous theories. But what is more non-sense than wasting time idlely than writing something that crosses my mind. 

Everything that comes to the mind is artificial, artificial thoughts, artificial ideas, artificial theories. We need to channel the artificialty of the numerous thoughts and ideas and transform them into living artifacts. I mean we should transform them in such a way that the writings have 'life'. The life replicating the original sense of the prime inception. It's an art. The art of transforming the so called human thoughts into living thoughts and make the people understand and feel the real sense of the writings. But I don't have that art. This so-called art which I had said isn't so easy to achieve, or atleast for me. How does it feel when the whole world falls on you. It's too heavy, eh? I was talking about the thoughts. How does it feel when all the worldly thoughts just sprung onto your mind and like kangarooes start hopping through every corner. I guess it would be still heavy, isn't it? The over-burdened thoughts are to be laid to rest by making the maximum possible use by creating a way where they could live happily in the form of writings. Sometimes, it's too difficult to catch up with the thoughts. We need to pick the best and forget the rest. Sometimes we forget. Similar is the case with me. I also get all sorts of ideas or say thoughts and when I sit to implement them I tend to forget. Even when the mind is at peace, it becomes too difficult to remember what I had thought earlier. But our peace in the mind never ever disappoints us. We get much better and much more adventerous thought revolutionizing the atmosphere in the peaceful mind. I set down and pen those thoughts here, in my blog. I find blogging as a passion. A statistical tool to channelize the ideas and thoughts into a meaningful and revolutionised writings. So in the way to achieve the so called goal, I end up making blunders.  Well, I am not holding anything back. So, this one is also a result of it. So what do you think about my posts. Excellent, Superb? Or Weird? Okay, you don't want to disappoint me and probably chose the first option. But unfortunately, I know about it. 

There are millions of people writing some on Blogger, Word Press, et cetera. Some write about topics related to education, business, technology, et cetera and personal. I actually belong to the last mentioned. I write  not because "I have to write" but "I want to write" and let the endless thoughts enjoy the freedom and share it with others. But there should be someone to share and probably to read all the thing that I write. Many expect a large number of followers to follow their writings/ blogs. And probably one would achieve that if at all the matter he writes makes sense and is good and yeah, not like mine. 

So, now let me give you about the journey so far in my one and a half year of experience in "Blogger". I started blogging in the month of February, 2009. I was actually inspired by my cousin brother after reading his note-worthy and mind-blowing writings. I thought at that time that this could lay a foundation to my writings and give a perfect base and shape in writings skills and make sure I hold on to the best English. So the new venture started and I started writing. And I know all posts until now have been some sort foolish and some might even drive people nuts. Or you could name me so. Hmm, well leave about you and me. After I wrote my first post, wrote another one, then another one. Now I wanted some one to read and tell their opinion. 

" Hey, I started writing something in Blogger. So I thoug...", I was telling this to one of my friends and by looking at his face, I clearly understood that he wasn't at all interested. But even then I continued, " ..thought you might look and give your opinion on it". His immediate response was, " What is a blog? & what does blogger mean?" . Well, I anticipated such a question from him but I was happy to explain it to him. But at last he listened and said, " So, what did you write?". 

"Something, Just read and tell me how you feel" I replied looking at his face straight in his eyes. But he was still darting at me a, " So, whats up to me?" look. So I stopped telling about it, I mean about the blog. I never wanted, "Oh my GOD! This is AWESOME. I have never seen such a post" like remarks. Even, " This post is full of nonsense. Are you mad or what?" will do. 

But I never gave up writing this so-called nonsense posts. I kept on writing and didn't care about the others to read. Slowly, some got interested and some did not. In my last summer vacation, I succeeded in motivating a person to write and who really took interest in writing. I felt happy as I succeeded in motivating a person in writing what they felt and let the others know the true sense. And I try motivating someof the people in my class also subsiding the outer feelings which they express. Now, there are six people of my friends writing posts. So you think I motivated them? Nah, you are wrong. They were inspired and came to know what they are capable of and probably to make me realise ," What a dumb I am". 

"I read your post yesterday", says one of my friends to me. I smile back and ask him, " How was it?" . " It is good". I knew this answer, but I wanted to hear from him. Now what more the twitter and the Google Buzz is half-filled with the links to the posts which they wrote. What more? I even get texts saying, "Hey, I wrote a new post and www.abcefg.com is the link. Please drop by to give your opinions". If it was about publisizing about their posts, some try to publize others post when he is trying to attract a huge crowd and highlighting the crowd. By crowd I mean friends. I drop by every post and leave a comment for sure. But when I write something, I get response later in class. Some asking me doubts and some appreciating and some casually making fun of it. And some even texting me, " Hey, I read your post". This is all good. I would have felt much more happy if it was still virtual, on the world wide web rather than a verbal conversation. But anyhow I appreciate it also. Thanks. :)

So, what was I talking about? PASSION. I went off the page. So, this is my passion. So you people also keep up your passion and strive for it. But not like me. 

NOTE :: Thanks for reading. Sorry. I mean bearing with my post upto here. So if you have anything to say, drop in your opinions. Anything is accepted. Thank you.