The irrelevance to the Sri Lankan blogsphere gets highlighted every time things get political. It used to be that way during the war. Then as it is now, the drama swirls around the public words among private individuals. These days the foreign media might dip in for a sip of social media. In the plume of wordsmoke are the usual rants, personal attacks, snide comments and pearls of wisdom.
When ever I see such exchanges, I close the browser feeling tired and exasperated. All those clever arguments seem far removed in the un air-conditioned reality live by most Sri Lankans (I’m only partially air conditioned). The war and its political fault lines (both current and historical) seems far away from the grinding business of life. At a personal level we encounter the consequences of our history and political currents. When we do its not the politics we see but the specifics of the situation. Usually a minor crisis of some sort. Requiring strings and helping hands from our offline (real) social networks.
I know this post is grumpy and cynical. The title is not derived from a careful study of the Sri Lankan blogosphere. Fact is, I’m a jealous at those fortunate enough to find the minutes to blog and comment. I don’t feel part of that time rich crowd any more. The tasks of the day no matter how you try to life hack it, doesn’t allow for such luxuries. I’m amazed at the brazenness with which I write this. The to do list is a fulscap page long.
I shouldn’t be so snide. I too once had the luxury of time. Now its all about the daily logistics of survival. The demands of the voices in my heard to be written will have to be endured to rare moments like this. I should make such moments positive. Not waste them in grumbling. Yet when I see the words flow, and comment skirmishes go on and on its hard not to been a bit resentful. Where the hell do these people find the time?
Luckily such thoughts are fleeting. So are the moments of pecking on the keys like this. Life goes on.