“A critic is someone who never actually goes to the battle, yet who afterwards comes out shooting the wounded”

That's not exactly one of my most favourite quotes, but it's the best from the kitty of Tyne Daly. Gives a nice perspective on things.
Now I'm writing this utterly "sell out" piece of article (i'd promised myself only third person stories... ah well, here's my Metallica moment) in reply of a chat I had with a friend of mine whom I'll nickname Sushi. Now this Sushi fellow decides one fine evening (when finally I had the oppurtunity to turn on the net and download...(ahem) 'stuff'(hehe)) to inform me that the 15 minutes he spent reading my utterly crap blog were proof enough to deter him from ever doing it again.
Now there's this 'doha' by Kabir (or Rahim... I really don't know a third person in this field of expertise) which says, and rather wittily at that, that it's good to have a critic in your backyard (for some obnoxious reason), keeps you on your toes. Paying homage to the simple brilliance of that(those) extrordinary seer(s), I'm but baffled by the uncanny yet straightforward remark by Sushi which rubbished my blog of crap in the time-spans of blinks.
Although I do realise that my blogs aren't really out there with those who have better understandings of the ways of mankind and shakespeare, but all I tried to do was explain was that blogging gave me freedom to write what i wanted, and I do not seek to ask anyone to read it ((cough)...hypo(ahem)crisy...). And of all things, I'm happy for one thing above all else...
Sushi, you're a true pal, readin it and then givin' feedback...who'd take the pain?
But I guess his sense of eagerness to reduce me to shreds (as I perceived it for a brief duration of time when all that i got for a reply to any statement or question i made was "crap..crap...crap, tujhe matlab?"
) was emanating from a different source of pain, or one arising out when one's ego is hurt for some reason.

This is for Sushi, if he ever reads it again...
Dude, it was in good spirit, It's swell that you proved that you weren't above the rest of us, rather a step ahead, and always.
Godspeed.

Bouquets and Brickbats are Welcome.