One boss once said, “You’re a different person on Twitter. But, when you write long-form, you get too propah. You lose your voice.” He was right. While writing essays, I was desperate to be taken seriously, not be tone-policed. So, I took the academic route. It was great while it lasted, but there’s truly no fun in that.
When I came out of that shell and started writing in what’s a more natural voice, I realised that my ideas also became less propah. I was finding fun ideas, quirky arguments that I would otherwise not have considered as serious writing at all. Take this one for Silverscreen, for instance.
Erstwhile Ranjani would have made an academic argument about hyper-masculinity. Renewed Ranjani found meaning in musing about a tea-making lover. I must admit that thinking of writing as an extension of oneself liberated me from the shackles of what I thought was ‘acceptable’.
Who knew that Twitter me was more the real me!