Have you started editing/writing for wikipedia?

A few years back, there used to be a huge stack of big books in many houses. Those who have watched the TV series 'Friends' would know the books better through Joey (he was made to buy them in one of the episodes).

They were encyclopedia. These books were the source of any(or most) sort of information available to mankind at that particular time. They were written by a small group of scholars and they were revered as much as the Bible or any ancient scripture, if not more. But with time, everything changes--size of the computer, human knowledge, hair on your head and many more things. We now have Wikipedia at our fingertips.

Wikipedia is awesome! It is one of the best uses of crowdsourcing. Here, information is entered by common people (Yes. Anybody can add information) and the best thing is, since not all the information entered is correct, it is edited by people (again, can be anybody). This way knowledge and information are shared and it is FREE (Provided, you have internet. But there is an offline version as well.).

Even though, this information may not be devoid of factual and scientific errors, it provides easy information which can be checked for errors by looking at relevant (scientific) literature.

I just started editing Wikipedia and I feel good about it.
So. Have you started editing Wikipedia?
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How about now?
Did you register in Wikipedia?
Did you start reading the help page of Wikipedia?

I write, can I?

Mind-- it was a dried up desert. No thoughts, no ideas-- and feelings? None at all!

He sighed into the cold air. All of a sudden his mind had homed vacuum. It was one of those writer’s block thing. He could neither sleep nor eat. The sensation of emotional word shower was suddenly numb. He stared at his laptop, as if he wanted to emotionally black mail the word document to seed some ideas in his mind.

 Of course, what could a word document do? It was a mere lump of clay waiting to be shaped.

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 The sound of silence lodged his heart. Everything around was as still as the printed words in the books. His mind felt emptiness even in the enigmatic expression of Mona Lisa in the portrait which hung wobbly on the shabby wall of his room.

He felt as if he was fighting a war against the words and they were too cowardly to come near him.

“Why? Whaai are the ideas afraid of me?  What do I write on for my next book?”

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He started fantasizing himself as a frog in a swarm of word flies. He could see the flies but could not catch them right. He turned away from the laptop and had a fleeting glance of his reflection in a mirror nearby.

“Unfortunately, ideas don’t fly around in the air. But definitely, some thought, good or bad, does arise in my mind. Why don’t I write down whatever hits me and compile them as a piece?” he asked himself introspectively.

It was as if he saw ‘desert’ as ‘dessert’. He was more affirmative than ever. His dried up mind was replete with words, live words! His thoughts rolled down at will as if they were set free from a jail. The words sprinted along the page as his fingers danced on keyboard. He went on till he reached the saturation.

“Err……….err….Umm now what do I write?”

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The water fall - the word fall - had stopped rolling any more.

His eyes whooshed through the cramped columns of his writing, like a boy running in an alleyway of a slum city. The editor in him took over his mind. He started editing the piece.

“Oh!  I should delete, ‘and feelings? None at all! ’,in the first line. It does not sound logical. Emptiness is a feeling too! A full glass cannot be filled. Emptiness is a sign of seeking more…” he thought to himself. “I write, can I?”

                                                      A Letter to let her...

To

The letter

Post box

Date: today

Dear letter,

Everyone writes you. A few long for you to arrive. But, none writes to you!

I am glad to meet you in this postbox where messages meet and share the secrets, joy and gloom equally. It seems as if it is a carnival of emotions. Each letter has its own emotion to communicate: the excitement of the birth of first child, a young man’s romance in his Love Letter, a letter replete with the sadness of demise of a valiant soldier …

The reason, I write to you today, is to leave this letter with you. She is very innocent. She has not seen the real world out there. She feels lonely and abandoned since the e-mails have pervaded the world. She feels as if it is the end of her world…

I want you to let her communicate the way you do. Let her feel the emotions of writing, reading and most importantly, of being a letter!

Let her know that this post box homes both good news as well as the not so good ones. Letters convey myriad emotions-- acceptance, rejection; love, hate; joy, sadness…

Teach her how to relish when the postman thumps the seal on her. Let her dream about the gusto of getting her first stamp. Let her understand the absolute bliss of communicating through the letters.

Before the postman arrives, let her know what this life thing is anyways!

Let her…….let her…..for she is a letter!

Yours verbally,

The words of this letter

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