5 things about being a blogger

You love writing about anything and everything. You have this funny side you hardly ever show to people in real. You don’t live one life, you live two. Because babe, you’re a blogger!

1. Writer’s block

You dread this term more than you dread the zombie apocalypse. You cannot even imagine leaving your baby-blog for days, let alone weeks! Sometimes when you’re just distracted and can’t think of anything to write, you start to panic because no, nobody wants a block in their head when they are on a mission (getting views and shares in this case). When you actually have a writer’s block, you wish you were dead. No, I am serious.

2. Impatience

Oh, give me the views already! Do you remember that time when you stopped eating for two days because you were too busy staring at your computer screen checking your blog’s stats? You don’t? Maybe because you were unconscious for a week and had to be saved by glucose drips. Okay, I am not serious, but no, I am serious. About the impatient part anyway. You find yourself checking your blog’s stats every few minutes (maybe even seconds).

3. That one jerk of a friend

You have at least one (or more than one) friend who refuses to check your blog or read your stuff. “I am just too lazy for this shit, dude.” *Laughs* Yes yes, I know how difficult it is to keep yourself from punching him (or her) in the face. Bails are too expensive these days…

4. Social network celebrity

Be it twitter or facebook, you’re the celebrity of words. Swoon. People love your witty remarks and quick sense of humor. Your comments are one of the highest liked ones on any given facebook page. You are that funny guy (or girl) everyone loves to follow on twitter (and copy on facebook). So now you know who’s famous. You are.

5. Real virtual friends

The best part about being a blogger? You have lots of friends whom you’ve never even met. Come to think of it, you’ve more of these friends than your whole neighborhood combined. These people are mostly bloggers like you, or some other social network famous people, or maybe just some random readers of your blog. But you know one thing, these are definitely your “real” friends.

Anwesha Tripathy



I am unable to write. I don’t know why that is. Why am I not able to write? Have I lost my skill with words? I suppose not. Have I done some type of unfathomable injustice to my passion? Well, maybe. I don’t know why this is happening to me. The refuge I had always sought for has abandoned me. For how long a time it’ll refuse me, I do not know. Oh God, do I know anything? I guess not.

I want to write. I want to write a lot. Day and night I think of writing. Day and night I think of things I could write. But why is it so that the pen I hold defies my wishes? Yes I wish to write. I so wish to write. I wish I could write. But perhaps my wishes have wronged me.


My head is full of ideas. Half baked ideas, ideas I adore, ideas that fascinate me, ideas that scare me to death and ideas that burn in me as if eating me from inside — wanting to be on paper as soon as possible. I like this mild burning, really. It occupies me all the time. It doesn’t ache. It just hums inside me like a long forgotten song. It just makes its presence known every now and then. It reminds me that there is a Greater Good for me too. A Greater Good I really want to achieve.

My fingers are getting numb. And so my mind already has. Its thirst still remains unquenched. This feeling is uncalled for. I want to think. I want to think all the time. Thinking gives me ideas. I need ideas. I live on ideas. I wish I could spend all my time thinking.

So many wishes I have, yet few have been fulfilled. I wonder if the others will ever be. My wishes have wronged me, after all.

Anwesha Tripathy