I started blogging in the year 2000.
That was when:
- Internet made sounds like a dying robot.
- “Upload speed” was a philosophical concept.
- And blogging meant typing your soul into HTML.
For 26 years, I’ve written through dial-up, broadband, 3G, 4G, and now whatever-G we are in. I’ve written during my golden years, my rebuilding years, my confused years, and my “what am I even doing?” years.
Some posts were read. Some were shared. Some probably helped someone. Some probably confused even me.
But here’s the truth.
Somewhere along the way, the world moved.
From: Reading → Listening
Listening → Watching
Watching → Scrolling
Scrolling → Forgetting
And I stayed here. Typing.
Not because I can’t make videos.
Not because I can’t shout into a mic.
But because writing feels honest.
When I write, I think. When I think, I slow down. When I slow down, I become real.
But lately, I have a doubt.
Am I still writing to humans?
Or just to:
- Google bots
- SEO algorithms
- Or my loyal WiFi router blinking in sympathy?
So this is not a motivational post.
Not a business insight.
Not a life lesson.
This is a reality check.
If you’re still here… If you still prefer reading over reels… If long-form thoughts still matter to you…
Drop a comment.
Just say: “I’m here.”
No drama. No philosophy. Just proof of life.
Because after 26 years, I don’t need virality.
I just need to know — Is the tribe still alive?
– S.Anand Nataraj
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