What are we writing about?

Or more precisely what am I writing about? Am in one of those introspective moods and I know this blog here is meant for banal inanities and this post here may not fit in with the 'positioning' of this blog. But do I care? I might get up at the first blush of dawn and realize my blunder and just go 'Delete'. But I'm in a foul mood.

And this blog affords me a lot of anonyomity more than my alter ego.

So what's bugging me? Tons of inanities and trivia and existential questions which have no answers. Am also left wondering what the hell are we all blogging about? A trillion blogs or more and we're all talking about something. More often than not, it's about 'my life' or 'me and my online diaries'. Or writing about something cheesy or dissing about people or dissing about the people who're dissing (what's this word dissing anyway...sic!). So what is bugging me? What's the harm? It's a free world. Everybody is allowed to express in any language, tone, style, on any topic that pleases him/her. Am I not a party to it? Look at me trying to be some Orwellian pig unleashing tyranny and being corrupted by my own importance (or lack of it). I just want to know if we're all making enough noise about the right things. Things that obviously have a deep impact and can change the course of humanity. Matters of concern at all levels about the world at large. Maybe we are. I guess there are enough groups, tags or 'folksonomy' (wow, the terms that we come up with is ingenious)and enough lists, organizations, and what have you, who're probably seriously doing something to better our world by engaging in dialogues through the blogosphere.

The blogosphere is a very serious platform that has the strength and wherewithal to influence and therefore bring about great change in society. Or so the Internet studies and gurus will have us believe. It's akin to a movement. Only difference is, it seems to be proliferating like water hyacinths, but not going anywhere particularly or doing anything significant. Amid the million voices, the voices that need to be heard get drowned I guess. Or maybe not. Maybe it's just that I am misinformed. Maybe I'm not looking, participating or doing enough. Yes, it's just me.

Now I know why I'm bugged. It's just me. As always.

So the next time someone asks me, 'how are you?', I know what my response will be.

Or will it?