You think the blog-space is one where you can be yourself? Well you only thought it was one. After my first blog I was not expecting the least of what I heard. A concerned friend informed me that such 'out pourings of the heart' are unwarranted in a place where every one knows every one else and no matter how much information may jump to avoid being intercepted by the wrong heads, it invariably finds one. He thoughtfully added, utterly concerned, that one should be a little more discreet when blogging in such a small place... because if you are as foolish (read this as 'emotional') as this, then you have tattooed trouble with a capital T upon your already blistering forehead. The last part was not utterred by him but it was not difficult for me to infer either. I obliged him with a polite smile saying that I had 'got his point.'
The most interesting part of this amusing concern story however, was that my friend had not read the blog himself because he is, as he proclaims himself with a dollop of pride, a Technological Retard (TR). Hence under all circumstances, he could not have accessed it himself. Apparently, the 'brandied' bit of information about someone he probably thought of as his holier than thou friend (and that is me) diffused to him through a well developed network of informers, whom our proud TR calls 'his tentacles'. Now this is obscenely interesting I thought. Why did the same evolutionary mechanisms deprive me of such worthy tentacles? My mind was immediately suffused with an image of a now-old advertisement of a popular men's undergarment where a befuddled have-not shouts out in despair,"What's he got that I ain't got?!"
Tentacles my dear, I said to myself. You do not have the edge of such worthy Tentacles.You never needed them and the resouce-efficient god did not think it necessary to confer them upon you. Those who need 'em have 'em. Sigh!
Humour, it is said, is not humour if it fails to evoke the expected response from those at whom it is directed. I am sure that my concerned friend and his concerned tentacles and the entire nexus of concern that has been meticulously created for the sake of protecting and popularising the Progressive Society of Harmless Commentary on Social (In)Discretion will continue the good work and absolve me of the sin of having what is obviously, a bad sense of humour.
Moral of the story: 'If interested readers should give a primary feed back to anyone about what an author has written, then by all means it should be the author himself/herself.' You poor ignoramus! That is how you thought it should be but it isn't. By Darwin! Of course you do not have tentacles!
Those who deserve 'em have 'em. Sigh!
May I add, with all the humility one can muster in a 'small' place as this that 'I' am open to all your comments, good and bad.
2 comments:
The triumphant tentacle's tackiness turns topsy-turvy:)
Talk about constructive feedback...with Rikky's American accent and an awesome smile on his lips: "thats someone who can be a pretty, damn good writer". Haha !
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