What's to blog?!

Have erected a bald patch on my head with all the scratching in an attempt to find something to blog in here... I tell myself that it is high time that I satisfied the itch in my hand to write something but somehow, that itch seems not to have found its way to my foolish brain yet! And then, the lazier part of me wonders why is it that I must write anyway? This ain't no moneymaking site I ain't no big 'celebrity' whose blog is a piece of literary art by default!

Talking of celebrities and literary arts, what is it with this new fad of well-known personalities being paid to write their apparent 'thoughts'?! Like they weren't over-exposed enough! They use it as a convenient medium for further publicity and sadly, there are enough naive, mesmerized people to lap it all up! Be it someone taking potshots at some one (in the most politically correct way possible) or others profiling minute details of action on the sets to promote interest in the film, the literary media is being insulted by this blatant abuse!

Although me lamenting my distress is as good as me crying 'wolf' in today's age of manipulative marketing. It's all a question of who fools whom better... The better the packaging, the lesser queries about the actual product, isn't it? So why blame celebrities for riding the wave? They do it best anyway so why not cash in on this wave riding their turf? Responsible media and social etiquette are things of the past... sigh!

And if the trivial descriptions of the life of a star entertains some, why not? It just might bring that elusive smile to someone's face... social work in a way, eh? Win-win situation for everyone around... so what if literature and journalism lies mutilated somewhere? They are blessed enough to be inanimate so it can't be that much of a pain to them thankfully!

It's been long...

It's been awhile since I wrote a word
But it's so hard for me to form just one line
As my mind meanders in roads a many
To sit back and breathe, it has no time.
With a whirl of colors, life's swept me by
Each color a sign of new beginnings
And as I rushed eagerly to try my hand
At all, I had but the thought of winning
And so I've striven hard to play them all well
And emerge the champion at all I did
But so lost I was in this race for life
That I almost forgot to let my mind in peace, sit.
So, weathered by the pressures from all around
My mind rebelled the shackles that bound
And slipped into times of lazy bliss
Until, this poem I didn't give a miss!
And for those that wonder about my fate
At the games of life, alas you must wait
For until this mental strike does end
Towards my goal of winning, I can't my mind bend!