why write mails?

I have no idea why this mailing culture has picked up so much- I mean, you don’t write mails because you want to write mails afterall. You write mails because you would love to “receive” mails in the first place. It is an unnecessary cost of being able to receive mails.

Sometimes I think I could make it into a viable business project- personal mails, with interesting anecdotes, spiced with some deep insights into the psyche of the writer and the reader too. Available for only $ 1 each. To subscribe, write just once, for the first and last time, to prajakta3d@whateverwhatever.com.

Thereafter, you would receive and incessant flow of emails, all very personal (they would make you feel like you know this person, you know!) and you could boast to your friends about how many emails you get everyday (and you tactfully avoid mentioning how many of them are spam). After subscribing to my e-mailing service, you need not lie about those numbers, because you could get genuine emails from me, all ending with “keep mailing” (as if I really expected you to reply).

Well, it is a truth universally acknowledged that some people can think of things to write and others cannot. So why make people pay with writing, if they just haven’t been able to earn that kind of currency? That would be extremely unfair. But what about my remuneration? Isn’t it also equally extremely unfair to enjoy reading about my new experiences in my new life, which I type with extreme diligence and care, wasting some 2/3 hours of my precious time, and then responding with this two line, “You write so well, I enjoy reading your mails, seems you are having good fun there in the USA. Bye then, yours, xyz!”

I mean, I am no exception to the rule that everyone writes mails to be able to receive mails. That brings us back to the topic. What the hell is new about my experiences here? Everyone knows from the TV what USA is like. Everyone knows what I would do as a forced “home-maker” for the first few days. Everyone knows that my husband would take me out to dinners, show me around some nice places, take me to social gatherings and be generally very warm and loving irrespective of how I cook. Now everyone has new experiences one can talk about, if one wants to, and if one can. This word “can” is a nice excuse for people to write 2 line mails in response to 2 page long essays. It makes me wonder sometimes if I weary them so much just reading my mails that they have no more energy left to reply.

The simple and only solution I could think of is this mailing service, just a dollar for a decently long mail every week. And if it is proven that people love reading long personal mails only as long as they are free of charge (or even free of the responsibility charge of responding), or that my mails certainly lack the quality they desire from a mail worth $ 1, I would be willing to call off the whole operation immediately.

So, when everyone knows that you write mails only in order to receive mails in return, I would like to say it loud and clear that I am no exception !

golden sands...

What made me think about a blog? I think it was the idea that in the form of different people that you come across, life actually presents you with all its varied elements. If one were to think of life as a painting, I think the painting would be filled with just millions and millions of different colours, nuances of shades and hues, so different in themselves, yet so similar in a way.
Literature is full of 'people', I would say, rather than 'characters' because some characters are more real than the people we meet! On the other hand, some people are so queer that looking at them makes me think,for example, "This girl should have been the heroine of a novel!"
I am going to write about such people, and other people, all those who have filled the moments in my life with their love or hate, joy or sorrows, grandeur or triviality, wonder or practicality- the list goes on and on. These moments and memories are the golden sands of my life. Looking at every grain is going to be an endless task, nevertheless, I will try to bind them into a "Blumenkranz" : a wreath of flowers, signifying good luck, and a welcome to all those who are yet to come into my world.
This is only an attempt at exercizing my pen, here, the keyboard, polishing my creative abilities (which, as some people have assured me, are definately present within me :-) ) That of course is the basic inspiration in this endeavour. I do not want to write good and bad things about people, just describe them as I feel them through our shared moments: so no offence, please please !!!
That is of course, in case someone in the first place visits this blog, in the second place, reads through, and in the third place, finds obnoxious comments in it !!! There would be no writers in this world who do not make sweeping assumptions, and I am no exception. Anyway. Enough of an introduction, let's get into it straightaway.