The reluctant blogger

There are many ways in which we humans try to explain laziness. My favourite explanation is reluctance. We learnt idioms in our sixth or seventh standard.  I remember my English teacher listing this one:

As difficult as a beginning.

Needless to say that this is one of my most favourite idioms. In fact the only one I remember from the looong list we learnt. Have you ever felt the inexplicable tug from somewhere deep inside your brain before you start off on something that you have been trying to avoid doing for quite sometime? The best example is pre-exam preparations (now this is strictly my personal choice, it can be something totally different for you). You know you have to sit the exam. You are aware that you know max 10% of the syllabus (meaning know the names of the chapters only). You also know that your parents won't "like" it if you flunk. Buuuut, STILL, something holds you back from starting on your studies. So, if you have been through this peculiar spell of inertia (Newton's First law), you will understand what I feel while writing my first blog.

Not that I dislike writing. Like every average bookworm, I like scribbling down my thoughts. It allows me to vent every form of emotion - joy, laughter, tears, grief.  However, I am uncomfortable sharing these scribbles with anyone else. If you ask me why, I will reply "I am an introvert" and all that. But the fact is that I have a typing dyslexia. Yes, I cannot type in a single sentence without turning my "ands" to "nad". So blogging means I have to be overtly cautious about typing, recheck anything I write thrice over and finally hope no one catches a "nad".

Then why the hell am I writing a blog now? To answer that let's take a quick look at Newton's First Law of Motion:

Every body continues in its state of continuous rest or motion until it is compelled by some external unbalanced force to change its current state.

The force in my case is the fact that I rarely get time to pen down my thoughts on a paper anymore, glued as I am to my laptop. Ok it's the office laptop, so stop labelling this as the lamest excuse for laziness. The thoughts come involuntarily and mostly after any experience that makes me think (rare but it happens). But as I reach out for my pen and scribble notebook, I can find neither. Coming to think of it, do we really use these two items much anymore? We rarely do. We are an er "digitised" lot, living out of our digital devices. From our everyday work, to do lists and memos to communicating with our friends and family---the digital world (read mobiles, wearables and social platforms) serves all our purposes. In fact, my eight year old daughter has already asked me: "You don't ever write on paper using a pen or pencil. Then why do I have to write on pages at school? And why do I need to have a good handwriting? We type in everything in any case." Let's not get into the details of what I answered her and how I have (till now) managed to keep her convinced about using pencils to write on paper. The point is that I have lost on quite a few thoughts and experiences by not being able to find first time and then the paper and pen to jot them down.

Today, I had an experience strong enough to make me feel like scribbling it down somewhere, anywhere, but right now. Hence, I reopened this blog that I created many years ago but never used (see I had the intentions...just that the inertia of laziness...).

Only time can tell if I would continue coming back here to jot down my thoughts. If you happen to read them by chance and get bored stiff, please feel free to call me all the names that you want to.