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Blogging and freedom of expression

(Penstar Garden)
Back in 2006, I thought the whole concept behind having a blog was about posting some beautiful pictures or some stories or poems. I did just that – posted classmates’ pictures from various occasion and my highs school fictions. A few months later, laziness took me by neck and put my blog to rest. Then a year ago, I had to start from the scratch and erected another blog – this is how my current blog found its place in the cyberspace.

And now four years later, I find blogging a useful tool to vent out our pent up thoughts on varying issues that affect us socially, individually, politically, environmentally and culturally. And our blogs are like our kitchen gardens where we sow our thoughts or harvest bunches of satisfaction. The more we sow the more fruits it bears and more satisfaction thereof. 

(PaSsu's Garden)
Some of my friends caution me sometimes. They say most of my writings are about current and often controversial issues. That’s good, I say, because that’s what I want. They feel that if I do not be careful with my pen (oops keyboard), I would land myself in some trouble. This is where I drag my constitutionally gifted freedom of expression. But this does not necessarily mean, we write whatever comes to our minds, always against something or someone.

As long as we have facts and figures correct, we are bulletproof. But again it should never be misused to abuse someone or something. I understand that. We write or blog on various topics and issues concerning us hoping that some concrete actions would follow. And even if a person or two has access to it, our purpose is never wasted.
(Aurora's Poetry Garden)

That’s why all people should write. And not just write, but write boldly for a cause. If I write something on public forum such as KOL, I think I am not doing justice to myself. Only cowards hide. If what you say is for the benefit of our society, then we should say it openly. Write to newsletters. Write a blog with responsibility. KOL forum members make their nicks their shield.

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  1. I agree to disagree with you. Rem, the world is a stage and we are merely players whatever...No hard feelings but i like the cause.

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