Foreword – Why Write and Publish ?

Why publish or blog all this, these thoughts, these “expressions of a conscious mind”? Why write and why publish them to all who can read and have means to do so ?

The reasons did have humble beginnings, as any one who keeps a journal or who wishes to reflect on days thoughts will understand and appreciate the need to write, document and reflect. It was pen and paper many months, but with advent of PC, why tinker with papyrus when you can add to things anytime from anywhere of the day.

But here it is on www, and that goes beyond reflection and can not be justified as mere “self” reflections, so there I was where I argued over and over with myself about the selfish nature of a publication of such sorts, and the neediness of oneself to be heard (or atleast be given the belief of being heard).  Personally, I think some authors, bloggers, publishers, are just plain needy or self acclaimed pundits of knowledge which is nothing but a loud echo of ego and self vanity.

Now, for many it is arrogance and judgment that fuels the need to express into the burrows of this dark world, to correct, to steer and guide. No there is no guidance, if any there is only the road of burden for the already tired minds, in the hope of full liberation.

Why write and why publish? The very notion questions self-reformation. Self-reformation is absolutely 100% absolute. However it gleans on the outside world and our perception and senses to nourish its absoluteness, one may argue its relative-ness. It is a valid argument; however, it is in the essence and what it churns in one that makes it absolute. But even under those premises of “relative” absoluteness, there is no need or temptation to express outward, to write, to publish it openly. Is it honesty? Honesty has got nothing to do with it, period.

In many senses, I view and hope that may serve as a beacon of hope to those including me who battle the similar perceptions, visions, thoughts, bitter glimpses of reality every day and shore them to reason of refuting loneliness and gently resonate in their hearts that they are not alone in their thoughts and life.

A life rope to a stray, may be actually a hand to the visionary who stands apart, a rope that bolsters my hope as I reach out to you, to beach you ashore or at least to an island I habit in.  The windows to a world of dreams and vision that rest on the shelves of time, fading yet echoing more than ever in space.

One of the reasons for writing is to free the most beautiful bird in us, our mind, its bound to fly eternally in this world free from peril but in the minds of many where it flutters its wing so gently to find more of its own. As a symbol of hope and the fine fabric that weaves our existence.

I like to leave it here, it is in the interest of our lives and of my kind it is written. Now I shall write and shall publish for the same!