Warning : This is one hell of an itchy post
You are like the last sack of potatoes of the drought stricken season. Everyone desires you, everyone must have you. You are their last chance for survival.
You FB message box keeps blinking like a deranged strobe light. Your hitherto unknown, undiscovered blogger pals are landing in droves from The Planet of Nowhere. And they all seek communication with you. You have what they all wish for – your vote. Ek salaa vote mujhe zero se hero banaa dega. Ha! You think... Now you want me. All this time you ignored me like an insignificant cretin. Now it’s my turn to make you stew. Should I.....Should I not..... You file your nails. Dust imaginary cobwebs , try to memorize Munni Badnaam’s lyrics, before you hit the vote button. It’s just a measly vote, you think.
When I started blogging, it was because I love writing. True, I couldn’t differentiate a post from a blog when I started. But with the constant encouragement of my wonderful, vibrant blogger friends, I took baby steps in this unknown world. I joined Indiblogger, a fantastic platform for aspiring, famous, infamous bloggers. And I steadily got what every blogger survives on, an eclectic set of readers who believe in me and constantly goad me to write better. I also learnt my first valuable lesson – a chunk of the community survives on reciprocity. And why not? It’s a good way to increase your reader base. No one is here for charity.
But of late I have observed a disturbing trend. Contests that are meant to showcase the best from our lot are bringing out the worst in us. Rather than promoting a healthy competition, it has become a mad hat chase for votes. In fact I even participated in one such contest and promised myself that I wouldn’t ask for a single vote. Sadly I succumbed. I just couldn’t bear the trauma of seeing “unworthy” posts racing past me and I resorted to what I dreaded the most. Of course I didn’t win. But that experience put me off for life. How are we any different from the vote hungry netas, who we love making fun of?
Contests that hinge on votes are turning into scratchfests – you scratch my back, I’ll scratch yours. You may write crap with grammar that will make Wren and Martin turn in their graves. But hey, if you don’t mind sending 3452 mails and 4367 messages, spam the entire blogosphere pleading for a scratch......You my dear are the lucky winner. Kudos to you, you deserved to win.
And now I can sit on my high horse, file my talons and deign to scratch whoever I want. No thank you, I do not need your scratch. But why crib about the unfairness of the system? We deserve the winners we get. After all we are the ones who voted for them.