I am exhausted being a political critic. Self-claimed, though. My brain convulsed with frustrations, my teeth clenched with anger and fist tightened with heart boiling. I wish I was a big, famous writer, whose every word is taken seriously, whose every word is heard and every word create revolution. And make difference in the society. Every word hit the tympanum membrane of our politicians. Loud. That would be far away dream, even when the friends in my list (Facebook) fail to listen to what I have requested. I requested them to participate in the survey conducted by ECB. Only two or three heed to my words, rest just ignored it. So, my expectation for politicians to hear me remained a distant dream. At least for some more years! Hope so?
But I wouldn’t stop writing because I write for the reason which is beyond this. I write because I know the joy of writing every single sentence. I know the joy of completing a post and being able to post it in my blog. The joy which nothing can ever give me! To write and record every step of my journey (life) and of those who walk with me. Sometimes, I become so crazy that I wish I became an old man reading those posts I wrote as a young, energetic boy. Will I cry or laugh remembering those moments? I don’t know. But I feel I would consider myself a successful writer even if I cry or laugh. Because it didn’t fail its purpose.......
The joy of being a blogger is that we are already a writer who published volumes of books. Those amateur bloggers are on the right way to become a little better writer than they were yesterday. To publish a book is hell lots of hard work and money. It needs patience to wait and wait. What if your wait is just unfruitful? What if you don’t have enough money to pay for the editor? What if you don’t have enough money to print out your book? What if people hate to read your work? So many questions arise because to publish a book is the final destination. Once it slips out of your hand, it can never come back to you again to be edited, to be rectified. But to blog, we can write what we feel like to write and learn more, improve, and become better through the comments and criticism of our fellow friends. We grow up with every new post we write.
Through blog, I came to know so many wonderful people, big and small. But having same mission: to write and write and write. It is just wonderful to know that when we meet we need no introduction. We need no reason to speak with each other. It is as if we are meeting our old friend. We can scold, laugh and talk endless on the first meet. I am just so much happy to know a bunch of Bhutanese bloggers are in Raichur. Help us grow up with your kind words of encouragement and encouraging words of criticism. We have
1. Most veteran blogger, Bhagwat Acharya who rarely blogs in The Thoughts of my mind,
2. Kinley Wangchuk blogs in Library of my life,
3. Ngajay Tshering who used to blog but now post his classically beautiful poems in Facebook,
4.Tshewang Tobden who blogs in A figment of my Thoughts,
5.Tshering Yangzom who blogs in A ray of Hope,
6. and recently we got another promising blogger Dorji Wangdi who blogs in The Oasis of my thoughts.
Wow seven bloggers in Raichur. It is amazing. I just wish they never stop writing. Let their blog remain alive and keep kicking around.