It has been really long since I have written something here. I’ve always been proud that I could write what I thought, and it felt good to revisit old posts to realise how much I have changed over time. Many a times, I read something that I wrote five years ago and am surprised that I even wrote something like that. But the times have changed so much that writing does not attract me, especially writing on this blog.

There are many reasons for this, but the most significant one is ChatGPT. Artificial Intelligence has single-handedly killed the art of writing. To write something now does not require any skill. One can simply write a prompt in broken English for a thousand-word article, and ChatGPT will produce it in immaculate English. I’ve noticed its wide use by all the candidates contesting in the Judges’ Association Elections. Most of the messages they posted on WhatsApp groups seeking votes, and even thanking for those votes after they won, were produced by ChatGPT. Those messages had heavy words and a highly pompous style which, in substance, meant nothing. I will not be wrong in presuming that none of those candidates must have even read their own messages entirely, let alone understood them.

The sad state of affairs has discouraged me from writing anything on my blog. Yes, I can write. But when an automated chatbot can do a much better job in a few seconds than what I do in an hour, why would I waste my hour? What is the use of putting in so much effort to write what I feel when I can simply tell my feelings to this bot and ask it to produce a long and well-woven article? Even if I am to write on something that needs knowledge or analysis, it is impossible to beat ChatGPT.

My motivation to keep this blog up has died. It is not that I do not feel things. Perhaps, I feel them even more than ever. The daily routine of trying to dispose Identified Matters, even when the Advocates hate to see a case being disposed, has conditioned me to a mechanical life. My worth is as much as the units I attain on a monthly basis. It is the only parameter with which I am judged. I draw a good salary, and the time moves on.

While life proceeds in this mundane manner, I do not know what to do with this blog. There’s a lot I want to say, but neither do I have the energy nor the inclination. I hope I get some motivation to write more. I hope I pen down my thoughts and come back to read them in a few years. I wish to do more than merely write judgments and count my units. But until I realise all that, I have some matters to attend to on Instagram. After all, those reels aren’t going to swipe themselves.