WordPress and Blogger can’t handle volumes of content. It’s like a friendship that is not. It did import all my other blogs (with <30-odd posts) but broke down when it had to import 200+ from Gaizabonts. Doesn’t matter; I got most of them. Healthy rivalry is just a phrase – I guess – in reality. Or, obviously, I did something wrong.
Did I lose something important? Now, unless I have a comparison tool – I will never know. Rest assured – I won’t try. I know February 2006 didn’t get imported and WordPress wasn’t able to restore the BlogSpot template back to what it was – so that section looks like I don’t know the <p> and <br> tags at all.
WordPress doesn’t know who I am – neither does Blogspot. I am just an ID to either of them. Who I am – matters to the people who visit my either blog (including those who are getting used to Gaizabonts on WordPress). Therefore this question of identity.
End of the day, I am an ID; I am an IP address, I am a blogger. I saw two serious posts about the merits and demerits of anonymous blogging here and here. I know some anonymous bloggers – I like their blogs. Actually there are three types of bloggers I know. Anonymous, semi-anonymous, and non-anonymous. (What’s the opposite of anonymous?) Their degree of anonymity hasn’t deterred me from going to their blog – neither has their anonymity every made me want to know their ‘real’ identity. Eradicate that anonymity; and it gives even more perspective to what I read.
I have always wondered: why blog anonymously – so I left a comment on one such post. The reason to remain anonymous – is protection – of some sort – you have of course seen Eraser and the likes. Don’t get me wrong – I love pseudonym-based writing – it is an alternate ego – which needs to be expressed. My blog doesn’t say something insipid like “Blog of Atul Sabnis”: Gaizabonts is an alter ego – of sorts. I submit – I tried anonymous blogging (and of course this is just me), but I found it futile. I found my writing there very similar to what I write here. I mean, apart from using four-letter words with ease, starting with the sixth letter in the alphabet. I wondered if that was the only freedom of being anonymous – I didn’t get a convincing answer. There may be more – I haven’t experienced those forms of freedom. Using names that are one lettered – is of no use either. I could as well use one here – but to protect some one else’s identity.
Our deepest and darkest secret of all – is the one that never finds expression. It is for us to keep – live with it; deal with it. Even in an anonymous blog – will your darkest secret find expression? All else is a pretty open book. Most anonymous bloggers should go through their blog – and see where they are compromising someone else’s identity. They don’t – most of them don’t. I have known (and keep visiting) some sincere anon or otherwise bloggers – they take a life experience and present it without any colour – open for debate and interpretation.
A psychiatrist friend of mine may have a completely different take on this (S, don’t get into this)
There is enough flak as it is about bloggers from the media – we are apparently people who can’t make it to a tea party with Arundhati Ghosh or we are just sulking. Let them be – for an industry that has sacrificed punctuation to convenience, I’ll rest my case. Whether all bloggers are writers who never got the publisher’s contracts or are opportunists – doesn’t matter. The media? Ignore them – their ability to match anything that is even Web 0.9 is a huge doubt. Read an online article on the website of the largest circulating paper in India – you will know what I mean. What part is the ad? What part is the article? If you ever decipher – let me know. They don’t feed us news – they feed ads. One RSS feed states: “PM’s grandsons may be discharged on Saturday” – sometimes I wonder if they have one reporter (who potentially blogs anonymously) per RSS feed. (Three feeds in three hours about the grandsons?)
It is a cultural phenomenon – finally. What you can do in front of the world – can you do it in your blog? That is the Q. The answer is – probably not. And that is all right. This is not about guts – it is about choice. For anyone to remain anonymous or not – is a factor of their own release from the clutches of cultural confinement.
As I finish this post (for some time now), only one thought keeps raising its hand for attention: we have enough problems dealing with the one identity we have.