Showing posts with label first blog.. Show all posts
Showing posts with label first blog.. Show all posts

Monday, June 27, 2022

A Web Log

Content: The section that used to be for 7 marks out of 10 on high school Letter-Writing language exercises. The remaining 3 marks were for format, salutations and correctness. I usually did well on those composition exercises because I was concise and discerningly to-the-point.

That was 2002. It’s 2022 now. Content means something else now. First of all, it’s pronounced kaun-tent. Secondly, it’s very wise in its new meaning. Let me tell you how. I recently read a book by the Dalai Lama where he said that the biggest realisation of monkhood is that there is nothing in everything. Not that nothing exists, but that there is nothing in everything. This was eye-opening and I realised that it is so very true about kaun-tent. At the core of it, there is nothing in all of the Content online: vlogs, reels, movies, blogs, videos, or any online media.

Yet it exists.

Yep, I’ve always been this nihilistic about my blog. I acknowledged in the last decade itself that my writings here were to amount to nothing special, just another voice among the millions. I stopped blogging for this very reason. Why add another voice to the clamour?

Recently I realised that it was a mistake. I had lost a golden opportunity to document so many things over the last decade. I am the caretaker of a small but important library-archive at work and have witnessed first-hand the utility of record-keeping. Not only is it very pleasant and sometimes amusing to revisit, but it also helps to recall forgotten things. The mind can only hold so much at a time. You need to maintain a log somewhere, somehow. And (surprise, surprise!) that’s what blogs are: web-logs.

So here it is: 

A web log of me.

My blog.

Monday, February 25, 2008

El Buscador to Earth : Beginning Transmission...

To use, a done-to-death cliche, Welcome to my blog peeps.

After ages of lazy contemplation and eons of putting-off, interspersed with exam-interference and bouts of writer's block, that exalted day of release of my blog has come. Finally.

For those curious about the name and rightly so, El Buscador quite literally means " The Seeker" or "The Searcher" or "The Search Engine" or whatever you may... Basically personifies my character - always seeking something, be it a higher meaning to life, a new scientific concept, the truth about Atif, a name for this blog, my favourite pair of fuzzy socks, a long-lost interest in Math, that evasive scrap of memory of where i stowed my reminder list for tomorrow, need I continue?
Just for the record, this blog might have just as easily been called El Cazador which is the Spanish title for my best pal Orion the Hunter, but that would've sounded too Amazon Warrior-esque. Had even considered No Hay Igual, literally meaning "There is no equal", wrenched from one of the paciest and raciest (सलाम to those who thought I was talking of the Apartheid there) Spanish songs I've heard, by Nelly Furtado.
And of course all this stems from my new latest fixation with Spanish lingo and everything allied.

To tell you the truth, unfortunate reader of all this zilch, I don't get the point of writing and maintaining a blog as everybody else sees it. As in, why in the wide wide world, would YOU want to know what's going on in my mind and brain. It is, after all, to be rather blunt, none of your effing business (cheers to Ronald Weasley for having taught me this unique way of replacing bleeps). Well, why then, have I so enthusiastically taken up this project? Hmm... Good question. The thing is, I'm like one of those gems that has myriad faces (faces, spelt without an 'e'). And the face of that gem which calls itself a writer has threatened to sue if I ever let it rot like I was forced to in the name of the academic rat race all these years.

Anyway, here I am, boring you, boring the world in general, creating large amounts of entropy in the Universe (all hail Stephen Hawking).

So I think I'll stop for now, this is El Buscador signing off. Check back soon.

P.S. Pretty good start, dontcha think? It's ok, you don't need to give me a standing ovation...