I've always believed Twitter is a lazy man's Blogger. My hypothesis is, the more you tweet the less you blog. Tweets are small, blogs are big. I've always had an affinity for all things big (statement not to be misinterpreted).
Only 140-characters! Why restrictions? To tweet is to underperform. A tweet is a blogpost that could not be. Twitter is called a "micro-blogging" site. But why go micro? Be a macro man! (NO! Don't think of Hrithik in the baniyan ad.)
I can understand the purists' disapproval of T20 cricket on the grounds that it is growing at the cost of test cricket, which is the real deal. Likewise, Twitter is growing at the cost of blogs, which are more enticing. Once you tweet about something, obviously you won't elucidate it in a blogpost. Tweets, with the 140-character-limit, can never convey the euphoria, excitement and the emotions that are brought about in a no-holds-barred blogpost.
Tweet: Ek tha raja ek thi rani, dono mar gaye khatam kahani
Blogpost: The raja fell head over heels for the gorgeous girl when he saw her the first time. He instantly fell in love with her. He liked her, but was nervous; his friends had to goad him to propose her. And how the mighty emperor went weak in his knees as he approached the lovely lady with a rose in his hand and love in his eyes...
Such a pity that such interesting nuggets are lost because of, of course, laziness. A vice of yore, it is driving the latest internet revolution. Twitter is opportunism personified and laziness justified. More often than not, you're so close to the upper limit (a mere 140 characters, mind you) that you feel you've written too much, in fact. Subconscious has been hoodwinked.
That, which was earlier considered a vice, is now considered a wise opportunity. To assuage any guilt feeling arising out of laziness-induced pint-sized post, they put up a character restriction for work-shy, lazy bums.
Not too long ago, we used to eulogise, even worship, big things. "You have to think big to be big,” thus said author and journalist Claude M Bristol. Whatever happened to this thinking?