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The intimidation

Now this is getting out of hand. Do people really feel intimidated by the thought of me blogging about them? Here's an exchange via email. The extracts are verbatim and I'm leaving out the sickly '[sic]':

Friend:
HI U WANTED TO SEE MY PHOTO I AM SENDING MY PHOTO WITH MY WIFE
Me:
Man, could I put up the photos on my blog? I wont be upset if u say NO!
Friend:
SURE
BUT U WRITE SOMETHING WHICH WILL NOT HURT ME

Me:
When did I write something that hurt you?
Friend:
IT IS UR HABBIT OF WRITING SARCASTIC THINGS
Me:
Really? So people are actually scared of my writing!
Friend:
YES AND U SHOULD WRITE IN NORMAL ENGLISH I AM NOT HAVING ANY DICTIONERY IN MY OFFICE

Comments

Anonymous said…
Shail (from Sec B) was at my place for a few days an he was telling me that they all were very cross with you when you had written your views about the accident that Manna and Seth had met with.

And as you are an epitome of incorrigibility, I know pretty well you will not budge an inch even if a mahout were to sit on your head and goad you for the rest of your life.

Atleast, react to this comment a bit mindfully. You never know, someone form his group might be reading this blog and may come barging at your doorstep.
Deepanjan said…
I'm exceptionally tolerant. The problem lies in people's level of endurance not being commensurate to mine (I don't expect it either)...and being mindful and outrightly antagonistic when they perceive anything even mildly challenging.

You've heard one version of the story and extrapolating it into the whole incident. There could be serious abberations in such an assumption.

I seldom retaliate. And believe it or not, I've not been as vociferous in my blog as I would have like to be lest the heckles of many be raised!

I'll remain muted, just as I've been for so long.

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