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I am slowly becoming more of a blurker than a blogger.
Technically speaking, I wasn’t a blogger at first place. A blogger is someone who blogs, and keeping in mind the cutter definition of blogging, this ulta seedha journal is far from being a blog. But as we generalize things up, and start grouping and merging different concepts together, and as we leave behind the cutter explanations because of the so called ‘enlightened moderation’ (I hope I am not being too political here), then loosely speaking, an online diarist or journalist can be (and is) called a blogger.
That’s what amuses me the most: when words start losing their original meaning and evolve to encapsulate wider and more interesting (and sometimes completely wrong) interpretations. Being a Gemini, words have always been important to me. I like playing with them, despite of the fact that I am not a very good player, and I like to know about their origins and ‘real’ meanings. A classical example would be the noun ‘hacker‘. I first heard this word during a conversation with a very good friend (which reminds me that I haven’t seen him for ages now) and was impressed by its oral beauty. (You can call me a weirdo, but I really think that ‘hack’ is one stylish word). That friend of mine was a great admirer of hackers (and still is), and needless to say that the first impression I had of hackers in my mind was that of geniuses (which they really are). After some days I searched the Internet, and came to know about the wordplay which has been misleading the whole world. Thank you, media.
By the way, for those of you who don’t know, ‘hack’ means ‘to cut or chop’ or ‘kick with toe of boot’.
Anyway, I hadn’t intended to write about all this wordplay thing (and, ironically, I was thinking before I started typing this entry that I have nothing to write). So I was saying that I am turning into a blurker. I visit different blogs, read the entries, then follow a link to another blog, read the entries there, and then follow another link, and so on. I would want to comment, but feel too lazy to do that, and I would want to update this place of mine, but feel too lazy to do that too. (Note, however, that I do not mean to say that blurkers are lazy. Being lazy is my personal attribute to which blurkers may, or may not, relate). But tell you what, being a blurker is fun: hopping from one blog to another is just like visiting different minds and meeting new ideas, which are the very foundations of word-evolutions our dictionaries keep on adding in themselves.
In other news, I have been tagged by wild1, and according to that tag, I have to post the lyrics of a song to which I can relate. So here goes: Nothing’s Gonna Stop Me Now, sung by David Pomeranz, and the theme song of the famous comedy series, Perfect Strangers.
Sometimes the world looks perfect
Nothin’ to rearrange
Sometimes you just
Get a feelin’ like you need some kind of change
No matter what the odds are this time,
Nothing’s going to stand in my way
This flame in my heart,
And a long lost friend
Gives every dark street a light at the end
On the wings of my dream
Rise and fall
On the wings of my dream
Rain and thunder, the wind and haze
I’m bound for better days
It’s my life
It’s my dream
Nothin’s gonna stop me now