The very first hurdle, or public enemy 101 of being a Blogger, or trying to be a Blogger or any individual with a kickass affinity for penning down thoughts or writing useful stuff that adds value is called a Block. Not the kind used by Directors. Not even the kind that comes with a tackle, but the kind that simply blanks you out. You spend your days looking at your muse, hoping for a lightning bolt to flash out and give you the most amazing idea ever. The muse, if it is a person walks away in sheer boredom. If it is the weather, well, that is as stable and permanent as the typical Kolkata winter- incomplete without a monkey cap. In short, with the magnitude of the blocks and the frequency with which they strike, long short story, your muse would probably ditch you to make out with their muse. Priorities, you see!
And you hope for the Lightning Bolt to come and kill you then. But if Indra/Zeus feels drowsy, you come and do what I am doing right now. Rant… and hope that people will be interested in hearing you speak trash, because hey, we should all help each other out right? No, they left.
Nothing is Left.
A couple of days ago, Rocket Racoon dropped a trailer, well not him. But his alter ego. Bradley Cooper made Lady Gaga go country in the 2018 adaptation of “A Star Is Born” and I can’t help but go gaga. But coming to the topic at hand, the Blogger enemy 102 is finding the right genre or category. Finding the one thing you really love and want to talk about is easy, except when you have diverse interests. When a perfect Rasen-Shuriken gets you as high as Cannabis, or Ferris Wheel, really, it’s your choice. You experiment with genres and categories, but more often than not you come across people who slap the term “Blog” or “Photography” at the end of their name and have “DM for paid collabs” in their bios when the only thing they have probably clicked in their entire lives are flowers, Portraits, and Sunsets with the Manual Mode safely tucked away. Not everyone, anyway, but you get the gist.
Then there are Bloggers like me, who decide to experiment with categories only to find views and hits plummet faster than your legs when they carry you to the washroom after a long, excruciating wait. Agreed, the viewer visits my blog only to read something similar to what he/she had found interesting in a previous rendezvous, but the price of experimenting is fairly high, more so if you are just starting off on the Blogging scene, with thousands of other Bloggers writing essentially the same thing as you are. So, find a genre, get your content to have a distinguishing factor, and just keep posting. Someday, you will have people fawning over your work, considering your work does not involve getting a Chicken Dinner all day.
BUT (There is always the proverbial But) even though I’m halfway through, this post is not about Public enemies. it is about one enemy in particular. It is about being a Bangali, complete with being the Gerua Punjabi and Bhaarer Chaa aficionado, of jumping over Durga Pujo, and doing toto company at Gariahat, Gorer Matth, and Prinsep Ghat, in that order- And being a Blogger. The biggest Con of being a Bangali Blogger is the lack of things you DON’T know about and the lack of things you know REALLY WELL about. Ever since childhood, we have this push to become the All-Rounder, who can do anything and everything, resulting in us landing us in that small grey space where indecision strikes. Also, there’s the Proverbial Pain in the But(t). To quote Percy Bysshe Shelly-
“O Wind! If But(t) comes,
Can the Pain be far Behind!”
This post is all about lyadh- a quintessential Bengali term that Bongs cannot do without. In the city that literally cannot function without “dupurer bhaat-ghoom” (in more aristocratic terms, the “siesta”), one can easily gauge the important role “lyadh” plays in the daily routine. Imagine being a part of the community that literally came up with its home-grown brother to the term Laziness, but much more intellectual and profound and omnipresent- not exercising it would be a crime punishable by the Lyadh gods, or the one with a Capital G. Technically, lyadh is lethargy, but its true meaning and essence is deeper and much more profound. If lyadh be an entity in itself, lethargy would just be the surface. No Oxford or Webster Dictionary can transfigure the true meaning and translation of lyadh, which along with “nyaka” and “kigo shunchho” form the crux of the Bengali communication handbook that cannot be recreated in any other language.
Bengalis have had a long history of associating every minor and major incident with the stomach. be it indulging in the intricate delicacies that leave you wanting for more to “Pet kharap” being the commonest ailment and excuse for absence from work. in keeping with the tradition, we don’t feel lyadh, or indulge in lyadh (as if it is a luxury!). Out of the myriad delicacies that the Bengali cuisine has to offer, we eat lyadh as well, maybe not in the same spirit as we eat water, but at a deeper, more spiritual level!
As this is a rant, I am going to try and define lyadh:
1. Putting less than zero effort to execute a task and just lying around thinking about the futility of existence (existentialism and lyadh are true buddies)!
3. Being unable to feel the urge to do anything, strikes especially hard when we have a ton of work and we know that the deadline is a hypocritical social construct anyway.
4. Feeling hungry but laziness is way more overwhelming and comforting, therefore choosing not to get up and walk to get food and to make do with “lyadh khawa”.
Lyadh is essentially intentionally lazing around and not completing any work and yet feeling bad about it. If we could, we would eat it all day. However, at times, lyadh might just lead to a brainwave and we might end up creating Boroline 2.0 (Boroline is an all-purpose ointment with magical healing capabilities. It comes in a green tube and can be found in every Bengali household). It leads to an extraordinary chain of thoughts that might change the world, but more often than not, the last piece of the chain gets snagged in a traffic congestion and the idea never fully germinates from a bud, and we miss out on a Nobel prize. Therefore, we may happily conclude that lyadh is a productive way of not producing anything. As the common saying goes, “Nothing can be entirely bad”!
Oh, and by the way…..Monday morning blues is just a Pseudo-intellectual west-inspired chic term for “College jetey lyadh lagchhe”!