“Words, they are burning inside all of us, dying to come out.”...Someone quoted this to me on my Indiblogger thread. And, I believe, it’s true for every writer. I read a lot and I have read all the works of Shakespeare, Robert Frost, Jeffery Archer, Sidney Sheldon and Chetan Bhagat, to name a few. Not only books, I love music as well. From Mozart to Beethoven and from R. D. Burman to A. R. Rehman, I soak myself so much into their work, that at times I start comparing. At times, I feel Beethoven’s work is louder than Mozart’s. And, Rehman lacks the earthy feel which Burman’s music carry.
The moment I become judgemental, I die as an artist. But then I think, they all should thank me for judging, comparing and criticizing. Beethoven should thank me for listening to ‘Moonlight Sonata’ so many times and saying that it has a boring beginning as compared to ‘Symphony 9.’ And, Sidney should thank me for hating ‘Sands of Time’ as I know he produced marvels like ‘Tell me your dreams’ and former lacks thrill. I have every right to say anything and everything to them. They owe me big time...it’s because of people like me that they are famous or immortal.
When I started blogging in June’ 2011, I knew only two bloggers - Amitabh Bachchan and Lisa Ray. I knew nothing except for the free publishing tool. I combined my writing abilities with my professional intelligence. The latter helped me in marketing my blog, making it visible and gaining audience. Slowly, I witnessed many negative things about blogging, but I chose to remain uncorrupted. I did it on purpose. I wanted to enjoy my journey as a blogger. As when I write a poem, I ‘live’ every word of it. I smile; I laugh and sometimes curse myself for writing bad.
Yesterday I came to a realisation. Though it has no negative connotations, but it is for sure, a loophole in blogging. Why we say lovely things about someone’s post? Why don’t we say what we actually feel? I received my first criticism on a poem which I wrote in 12th standard, by a young lady. She proved that she is an admirer of art and she posses the knowledge to evaluate it. She is like me who reads so much that the words are burning inside her like a volcano.
For the love of art, let’s be a curator who would exhibit his intelligence over a subject with a sense of responsibility. And, we all should have the dignity of accepting the criticism. Just like we don’t take compliments to our head, we should not take criticism to our heart. However, we should absorb everything to make our work better.
As ‘art’, it is...criticism will only polish it.