This is/was the title of one of her blog posts that I vividly remember reading. She was such a nice writer. I never knew her personally. She never knew me at all. We were just blogging our own stuff on the internet around the same time. She had her style, I had mine. However, it was always fresh and fun for me to read her stuff. On rough days, I knew that I would feel better reading her stuff. There are many of her posts that I have read more than once.
She chose the style of being funny in her blog. She now blogs on serious topics. She does it well. I like reading the stuff she writes today. I happened to come across one post where she wrote about why she got off social media and why she stopped writing in her blog, and came out with some really painful secrets about herself. It pained me to read the things she was accused of. She just wanted to be funny. She said stories that sounded funny in her old blog. And I am sure that a wide range of audience might have found her stuff interesting and funny. She had a good language, good wit and good humor. But the way social media took her to task by raking her own life was miserable to read, leave alone live the things she went through. If an individual or a group of individuals did not like reading what she wrote, they could have simply ignored. Why damage a person simply because it is possible?
"Why is it so hard to be funny?" I remember she had written in that article that all she needed to do was to fall down and break her nose for people to laugh; but it takes a lot more these days to make someone laugh. I remember reading it with amusement of some slapstick comedy and nothing else. She did not try to change the world's opinion, she did not preach anything, she did not shame anyone, she did not even hurt anyone else. She just jotted down figments of her imagination in a thread to appear funny. The stand she took was nothing short of an entertainer- a comedian who was trying hard to laugh at the ironies of her life. Yes, she was mocking her own self and inviting people to simply laugh. If this entertained others and at the same time gave her courage to laugh off her difficult times, it is not a crime nor a sin.
Like TM Krishna once said that an author is dead if he must take back his words., it pained me that she had to kill that entertainer. When the internet allows total arseholes and encourages an abundant array of bullshit, why did she have to stop being funny? Why did she have to stop writing? Why did people pry into her personal life and dig into the deep sorrows that haunted her? What was the cheap thrill that was achieved? Why and how do these insecure bunch of individuals not notice larger damaging things? Simply because attacking a small person is *easy*.
I really wish free writers are allowed the rights by google and the internet to have personal lives untouched. I really wish that my words reach that comedian writer that she was damn good and did not deserve to go through the kind of pain that she went through.
