Why’
Why, what? Why have a blog, or why a trip to India?
Regarding the first question, well, having a blog is a must nowadays, who doesn’t have one, who can afford not to have one? Having a blog is essential today, to be well in society, like volunteering every now and then, or saying that God is fine but the Church is, or rainbow flags hanging in elementary schools. These are things that are not questioned, they are right things.
It seems that to be it is no longer just useful to have – we had arrived at this a long time ago – but that it is now necessary to say.
So I too, who in society want to be, and have and say like everyone else, a child of the democratic society that uses the Internet, democratic par excellence, have a place where I can have and say, like everyone else.
Blog, for the backward-thinkers who don’t know it yet, is the pet name for weblog, where “web” even the backward-thinkers understand what it means, and “log” literally means “transcription of activities”. It is a personal space on the net where you tell your emotions, your adventures, your ideas. It
is not a website, it is a diary. And here is the strange thing. Making your life available on the most powerful medium, and accessible to anyone. Delivering the USB sticks of your diary to the world. Opening the book of your head.
Isn’t there a basic clash in this contrast, intimacy and publicity, isn’t there a suspicion of useless narcissism in the writer or voyeurism in the reader? Yes, and yet the tool is liked, it grows, it is ours, now codified as a place of communication, with its rules, its patterns, its language. It is more of the writer than of the reader, the blog, naturally and fortunately.
As for the second question, why a trip to India?
To search (and find) myself, perhaps? For the smell of incense? Yoga? An existential experience? To see The Light?
None of this, I have been told that in the carriages of Indian trains there is a sign that says: “Cooking is prohibited”.
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