I'm compelled to begin each post with a meta. That way, my blog posts seem less like essays or dissertations, and more like diary entries, or web logs. So here goes...
I started this blog a little over a year ago. The main purpose of this blog was to experiment with styles of writing, and find an effective outlet for all the subjects I wish to rant about; saving my classmates the agony of having to listen to them. As I wrote this blog, I've experimented with so many styles, and have received comments claiming that my work is
a shameless copy greatly inspired by so-and-so author/work. Fact is that I simply chanced upon that style. I read, so obviously, my work shall reflect the styles of those I admire, but I've worked out so many styles without even knowing that they exist, only to be informed of them later.
Recently, I've been struck with the seeming absence of whispers as an element of a story. The more I've thought of the subject, the more I've been convinced that they would make a great story. Of course, ill-fated as I am to be denied any recognition in the literary field, I am sure that some person, fortunate enough to be born before one as talented as I, has already used the whispers to his advantage.
Think about it. A whisper. An anonymous message, a rumour. A suggestion, a hint of schizophrenia. The murderers ultimate defence. A slight nudge to the plot, impunity from falsehoods. The potential of the whisper is amazing!
Yet, I have not invented the concept of the whisper. It's something I borrowed from real life. The whisper, a source of all information, correct as well as incorrect, plays a massive role in our everyday lives. How many times have you listened to the whispers? Think about it. Almost all the important decisions in your life have been because of the whispers, things that you may have heard or read at some point of time in your life; something you may have paid scant regard to at the time you found out about it, but which has since influenced a large part of your life.
Think about it: how many times have we come across information that is nothing more than a rumour, and yet believed it to be true? How many times have we shared this with others. Don't believe me? Have a look at all the emails which are forwarded daily, to such numbers which would put a spammer to shame. Think of all the posts on Facebook, which are re-shared faster than a virus can grow.
Us weaklings are not the only ones affected by the whispers. The whispers have, in the past made or broken presidential elections, sent a man on the moon, got him back from the moon to a desert in the USA, fought nuclear wars, developed technology that people could only dream of. Yet, for all the whispers do, we have never given them the true recognition they deserve. Instead, we attribute their actions to other factors, leaving the whispers as a non-entity.
Perhaps this is how the whispers work. They like to work behind the scenes, shaping and changing the world, and yet remaining unknown. If we were really aware of the presence of the whispers, perhaps their power would end. Well, not their power, but they would change from whispers to blowhorns.
It will be an interesting story surely, one that recognizes and awards the whispers their true place.