Wednesday, April 14, 2010

Anabiosi

No.
Don't scroll down to check who wrote this post.
How inconvenient naw?
I'll spare you the trouble.
This post has been posted by Siddhesh.
And written by me,A.

I don't think you know who I am.
And that doesn't really matter.
Because I'll tell you what you know already.
This blog is dead.

Okay,I'll be nicer.
This blog is in coma.
But you know already.
I've been approached to become an author for this collaboration blog,which by the way is a fantastic idea,to revive it.
But I'm not going to add to the evergrowing list of authors.

I'm here only to talk.
And hopefully breathe new life into it.

The collaboration blog is a unique idea. So how come its not working?
Here are some of the basic problems that you know already:

1) USP.
What is this blog really about?
Teenage angst?
But are you all in the same age group? Are all the authors in their teens?
Social issues?
Butbutbut this is personal stuff.
Poetry?
But do all of you write poetry?

One of the things I observed is that every author has a unique thought process.
Deeganto,the cynic.
Sapna,the wise (:D)
Aritry,the dreamer.
Vighnesh,the nihilist.
Nik,the realist.
Sidd,the counter-cynic.
I don't know the others.
Maybe that is where you need to build the foundation for this blog.
A common thread coupled with a uniqueness to match.

A question: When people ask you,what this blog is about,what do you say?

You say its about a bunch of bloggers writing what they like .
What I am trying to say is that you are focussing on the wrong part of the sentence.


2)The Dilemna.

You get inspired.
You write.
It feels great.
You've never written anything like it.

But where do you post it.


On my personal blog ofcourse.
Its SO ME.

But I haven't posted here for almost a decade now.

Can I post it at both places?
Would that seem weird? Where will the authors feel like commenting.

Bah.I know for a fact if I post it HERE,atleast the authors would read it.


Wait,I have more than twice the number the followers for my own blog.

But.

As a writer it is difficult to not expect appreciation.
The Dilemna can ONLY be solved if you find that common thread.


3)The eccentricity.

With so many artists,poets and writers out here,I don't see why this place lacks the zing.
Time to change the look guys.

4) The Salaam-e-Ishq problem.

With so many authors on this blog,it is difficult for a reader to keep track.
Even for a seasoned reader like me,I have to scroll down to check who posted the post because it takes time to get used to the writing style of a person.
Ever wondered why Salaam-e-Ishq was a flop ?( bwahhahaha okay,that was bad :D)
But then again,if you can find the common thread,that's done it.


5)The Posting Dilemna.

Unfortunately,most readers have a really short attention span.
And unless the writing really affected the reader,he wont read further.
Here is what is happening:

Sidd posts at 9:30 am.(Just hypothetically)
Aritry comes online.
Comments.
1 comment.

Aritry posts at 10:00 am.Same day.
10 comments.

Know why that is?
Because most readers wont go beyond one post a day.Yes.I am one of them.It is true.

Keep a specific time interval between each post so that every author gets noticed,appreciated in the same proportion.
Or keep specific days of the week for every author.
Or think of your own solution.
This will solve the other dilemna too.(point 2,dudheads.)

6) The publicity problem.

Fact 1: If you have to rely on publicity,your content is not good enough.

Fact 2: First impressions count more than publicizing the blog. Readers will follow only if they are struck by it.

Fact 3: Number of followers following does not determine how good a blog is,the writing does.


7)It is the first thing you learn in Blogspot.
The more you update,the more readers you get.
Some readers come again to check up if you've updated.
If you haven't,he might not come again.
Write more.
More.
MORE.


8) Do not listen to what I say.

I didn't want to sound like I know it all.
I am not offering you advice.
Bring out your own solutions.
The problems are evident,so think differently and make this dead (oops,comatose) blog come alive.
I just thought I'll help,since you asked.

So stop mooning about how this blog is a fail and turn the damn thing around,wokay?

Cheers,
A.





:D

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Monday, April 5, 2010

Energy cant be pumped back because it is in solid state.

THAT, was random.
and random should be pronounced as randome.
Condom should be pronounced as condome.
boredom as bodom.


What i WANTED to say was
Sometimes, all it takes to know your true self is
Standing in front of
the
Mirror, mirror on the wall.


In other news,
Sidd, give us the link toh, baba! Or is it exclusively for Deeganto..:(

Saturday, April 3, 2010

DAED DAED DAED!!

Yes.
I know i've misspelled the title.
Thrice.
I couldn't bring myself to write that the blog was indeed dead and has been for some time now.
But i'm a believer.
Lets pump some oxygen back into this baby.
Whatsay people?
Starting C.P.R. NOW...

P.S.: This is sidd btw.
P.P.S.: Deeganto, I started a new blog btw. Like a very long time back. Its mostly for dark poetry though. So, whatever.

Monday, January 18, 2010

Vacation.













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Saturday, January 9, 2010

cancer

with the whole breast cancer awareness thing happening all over the facebook,few lewd friends started this thing about prostate cancer for fun(some idiots say it happened for real in some other city.i hope they are bluffing).the message went something like

urging male-kind to come together and shed inhibitions in an effort to raise awareness on the malaise that plagues our very basic functionality. Join us on the fly-overs closest to your homes, 11-45 P.M. tonight as we Streak to Spread Awareness on PROSTATE CANCER- PLEASE CHANGE UR STATUS TO THE NAME OF THE NEAREST FLYOVER !!!

and many idiots took this to be real,and this spread like all stupid things do on facebook these days.and about 40 guys actually turned up at the fly over near my house.turned into booze party.police came and some guys got caught.and some of the replies to the bra color thingy were quite comical.so much for awareness..

free

Friday, January 8, 2010

White!

*cell rings* Dwayne.
"Hello?"
"Dude, you online?"
"No. Why?"
"Why is everyone putting colours as their status messages? I mean, random people in my list who don't even know each other! So it's not like some particular college decided to do it. The most common colour is white. Someone commented on your status 'why aren't you whiting?'"
"yeah even I noticed. But I dunno the reason."
"Fuck. I need to find out."
*disconnects. Calls Abhishek*
"why is everyone putting colours as their status updates? I mean, why?!"
"It just started randomly, different people started putting up colours, just like that. It's to represent a colourful world or something. I put deep purple."
*messages Dwayne the reason*
5 minutes later.
Abhi's call.
"Haan bol"
"Dude, it's a breast cancer awareness thingy. Girls started putting colours of their...bras."
"uhh.."
"yy..yeah, that's right. So soon there were things like leopard patches and all. Most of them don't know about it yet, they're randomly putting up such stuff, including guys! Like me!"
"haha..okay"
*calls Dwayne and tells him*
"BUT DUDE, I PUT UP PINK ALREADY!" XD

Wednesday, January 6, 2010

paper


i've already posted this on my blog so maybe it isn't really fair..but yes it goes with the blog theme..i saw paper boats and this is what i thought

i'm a piece of paper
colourless clean white fresh
pure crisp complete
now write on me
tear me...scratch and crumple
stain me with ink
paint me with colour
blue,yellow,green,red
orange,purple,crimson,grape
bend me in any shape
then crumple me or tear me apart
put me back together with glue
or throw me somewhere unknown
picked up by someone folded into a paper boat
or torn to shreds i fly with the wind
scattered bits of me dot the grass and the nearby stream
i'm a piece of paper i'll be what you want me to be
dip me in water, tear me in pieces ,grind me in pulp
ill clean away my stains and scars if thats what you want me to be...