Comment is free

I don’t generally compose entire blog posts centered around comments on my previous posts. In this case I make an exception. I penned a stand-alone post after a significant interval as is apparent from the inactivity on my personal blog site as well as the rare piece of writing on this one. A comment rendered directly to the author in a chat window on my previous post read:

‘Nice, Its come out well. I’ll provide constructive criticism later.’

Going by the person I know the comment giver to be and going by me own apprehensions about the quality of writing in the post-mentioned, the translation reads:

‘I cannot tell you in your face that the post was not much good. Hence I choose to postpone the moment of my agony from subsequent embarrassment when I am forced the reveal my true comments to you. And I have no intentions of voluntarily heralding the moment any time soon. ‘

Other offline comments were not too-praiseworthy either. The verbatim reproduction and translation of one of them goes as follows:

Comment reproduction: ----blank----
Author’s response after a few disconcerting moments of silence: Have you no comments to offer?
Response to author’s query: no.
Translation: Add an (s) to the colon’d word.
Translation(s): Numbering infinite. Changing form with the author’s changing mood.

If anyone thinks this post narrates the sulk story of a not-in-an-exuberant-mood writer, they are not entirely right. It intention is to relate her observations on the responses to a mimic’d style of writing. Tragically this act of felony is not a rarity in the field of writing. Too many writers have aped other writers who have aped some other writers. The evolution of writing has become stagnant in this midst of all this mimicry and with it so have the tastes of its audiences. Rare gems of originality are few and far and readers who could appreciate them, rarer. In a later post maybe I’ll list some pieces of literature, which I think belong to the latter category. For now, I go back to my rant on my previous post and end with a few confessions thereupon.

Confession #1: I was hoping not many girls read the post, a few deciding to give me a dose my own medicine. I could be a fashion disaster in a detail or two mentioned in the previous post. If I am in fact, I pray the other women are too. After all, there is nothing that consoles one on his/her imperfection as does another’s imperfection.

Confession #2: I had asked Vamsi when he’d invited me to contribute to this blog, what mood he had wanted to preserve for the blog. I don’t quite remember what mood he had answered, but I am 90% sure the mood of the previous post was not what he had envisioned. I wouldn’t say I don’t intend to repeat my peevish takes at transforming this blog into a woman’s magazine!