This is great! To be able to write what I feel and at the same time let the world see what I write. Its likely that nobody’s going to read this – at least, not in the very near future – but it makes me feel very responsible, somehow. I can write what I wish and there’s no editor to screen or edit what I write. A blogger must be responsible enough to edit his/her own writing. I can only think of Jean Paul Sartre and I offer a summary of his views as a kind of initial personal manifesto, or a set of guiding beliefs, as it were, that I have found I follow in life and which I hope to follow here as well. I emphasize the word “initial” and would like you to refer back to Point 8 in that summary of Sartre’s views. Let this be a diary of what choices I am making, and, in the process, what I am making of myself.
The urge to have one’s own blog has come out of anger, anguish and despair – all themes that seem to hark back to Sartre. As someone who lives in Kolkata, the Rizwanur incident is the latest event in the public domain that has truly broken the camel’s back or rather the kind of mental and intellectual stupor through which I have been going through lately – a disenfranchised journalist who may still have his pen but who has lost his paper! The urge to express oneself, however, has simmered inside all along. A little search with the help of Google got me some info and a phone number. A phone call to an unknown person found me talking to someone who has given me a new lease of life. I cannot name him without his permission but once I get it I will certainly do so. He guided me free of cost to this site and here I am blogging away within minutes of that phone call. Many thanks, my generous friend! Many thanks indeed!
