Why Do I Write?
A deep introspection supported by two cups of Cardamom tea, has revealed that I write for 3 good reasons:
I write to flush the malarkey bug out of my system.
When I don’t write, this bug starts biting those in my immediate vicinity. Its first victim is almost always wifey. The bite of this bug is venomous. The immediate symptoms resulting from this bug’s bite include a heightening of the voice-pitch, flaring of the nostrils, bulging of the eyes, and tightening of the neck-muscles. Once in a while, it also ends up in the rolling pin transforming into a targeted missile, which I am able to dodge only because I have years of practice under my belt.
Writing thus, helps me escape the possibility of physical harm that can result from dishing out my malarkey in the real world!
I write to defrag my Mind.
According to friends (who might be foes in disguise,) I soak up information of all kind. My mental hard disk is quite like the room I used to live in before marriage. When I’d return from the market with something I had bought, I’d scan the room, locate the first vacant spot, and toss it there. Nobody ever came into my room, except my friends whose rooms were equally messy, so there was actually no need for me to organize things. The problem however was that despite my room being a treasury of sorts, I could never find anything.
Now wifey makes sure that I can find things in the house. My computer and my mind however still lead a wifeless existence. They both must be defragged at regular intervals. Writing is my way of defragging my mind.
I write for a cause!
I am a programmer. If you don’t recognize the term you were probably born in the nineties or after; in that case, you know us as coders. We are called coders because we use a code to communicate with the computers. The non-coders think of us as witches and wizards, and try to maintain a safe-distance from us. Once at a wedding, I found myself in a rather gregarious group. They were talking, laughing, bantering, yelling – doing all the things that people do on a happy occasion until one of them asked me about my profession. Such a hush fell in the group that I might’ve as well told them that I was an undertaker and not a programmer.
I write to dispel the notion that programmers are from Pluto.
I write to demand equality.
I write to say that coders matter!
From one ex-programmer :
Wonderful job.
Malarkey bite would gradually start dying. Anarchy will follow into his footsteps.
Then?
Anand hi Anand LOL 😀 😀 😀
Good Morning, good day and a wonderful week ahead.
Anand 🙂
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That’s why I write. From what I hear, the bite of anarchy is fatal. It kills relationships. I hope that the blogging vaccine works!
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Hahaha, yes, it will. Thanks my friend 🙂
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Yes, codes do matter!
I think that we also share the same view on why we write. Kudos to you! Your blog seems really interesting. 🙂
– From an aspiring engineer
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When one and one stand together they become eleven. Thanks for joining the cause. May the binary force be with you.
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May the binary force be with you, sir!
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May it be with all bloggers, because with it we won’t be able to post, like, or comment.
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When one and one stand together it’d technically 3.
I say the binary force is not yet with you.
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An absolutely valid point. However, people aren’t numbers – neither natural nor binary. So what comes into play is the Gestalt theory and the whole is greater than the sum of its parts. Ek aur Ek Gyarah (when two people get together, they are as strong as eleven.) I appreciate your taking out time to correct the error of my ways 😀
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Once a grammar Nazi, always a grammar (and other error) Nazi
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Not me. I couldn’t be if I tried. I keep brain-hopping, right to left, left to right. Programmer when into code, artist and writer when outside – and when I mix them up, disaster happens!
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You can always try. We are very open to new people in the Grammer Nazi house. Until you mess up. Then you been done boy.
Happy writing!
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I’d start by messing up, but thanks for the invitation. I’ll consider it when I am done being a parodist because parodies and perfection can’t coexist in peace.
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Who said anything about perfection now? 😉
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Aha. I have this strange feeling…like someone’s pulling my leg.
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One of the other things I’m good at 😉
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Please don’t make me topple.
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You got it. What are your views on inverted…?
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I have an inverted view on it.
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Got it. No toppling. No inverting.
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As wifey says, you are awesome. Thank you.
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*still revelling in the glory of my awesomeness*
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Revel some more. She said, “she must be as crazy as you.” (She said that to me, about you.)
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She’s not my wifey. So it appears I can cuss about her. While you can’t.
😛
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Not if we are friends. I stand by wifey’s side and will act as her shield.
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uh huh. Let’s see if THAT gets you some tea.
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I don’t want to find out 😀
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This made me chuckle! I don’t believe your reasons are shallow haha, it all has to do with where one is at in life and the experiences they’ve come across I guess. In your case, a programmer and in mine, still a student.
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Lisa, my reasons are shallow by comparison. If you are aware of Maslow’s hierarchy, my reasons are at level 3, yours at level 5. So there. But shallow or not, they keep me going and that’s what matters!
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I write for a cause! <<< amazing choice..:-)
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Someone’s got to take a stand and weed out the stereotype. Glad you are with me on this.
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I love your approach to this prompt!
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Thanks Marquessa. Searched my soul and came up with this. Didn’t have to dive too deep.
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The best way!
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(Y) 🙂
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Fantastic reasons, all of them 😀
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Thanks Kyly. I could list some more, but I didn’t want to test the patience of my readers.
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Too funny, but so true!
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Thanks. (Here’s a treat for your avatar!)
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Huh? What or where is my avatar? (At nearly double your age, I’m not always up on these computer terms/ideas/stuff yet. 😀 )
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Where did you add the image of that cute pup (white and sand with a black buttony nose)? That’s your avatar that I see on my blog when you leave a comment.
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oh. That’s Rusty’ our dog. I added that I Blogging 101 when they asked us to go to Gravater and update our profiloe, which I didn’t know I had 🙂 . I forgot about that!
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Bellyrubs and treats for Rusty!
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I’ll see he gets them. Thanks. Woof. (That’s Rusty’s thanks!)
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Please convey my “woof…woof…wrrrrr..” to him and tail wags too (from my pup to yours.)
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Wifey must receive a bouquet of flowers for helping to straighten your clogged hard drive. Of course coders matter! We need them to write the nonsense that nobody understands 😂
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There she goes…the innocent-looking, wide-eyed beauty with a dagger behind her back. You are siding with wifey again…
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But of course. We women can get clannish too 🙂
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I can see that happening in my clan too…
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🙂
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