A Mad Man Or A Boor

What does one do when one encounters a mad dog? Or what does one do when one encounters a man with pre-fixed notions about everything in life, most specifically of women who live alone and give him some importance? The two are equivalent to me and basic intelligence says avoid the paths they tread like plague. But I chose to tackle them head on. I almost got rabbies.

The mad man said [sic] "You sound like a very desperate person. A single and frustrated woman who is looking for anyone to leave a comment on your blog so much so that you wouldn't even spare a spammer." Spammer being, the first comment on the previous post is apparently a spam, an advert for T-shirts. Bummer! I thought it was a handsome Spaniard or Latino, so I had replied "Hi Rodrigo", hoping to take the conversation forward offline. Anyway! All this the mad man found out. I didnt. Sure, I dig comments because I love the spontaneity and intelligence of my friends. And I didn't invite the mad man's. So, I had deleted his comment to eulogise on this post. I found it very amusing that someone who loathes me and what I write would go to the extent of reading even the comments and also do a background search of the one who has left a comment. Maybe, I don't run short of patrons in disguise.

I thought the mad man and his mind deserves this due space. Because such minds are, in reality, hard to come by and the story is a trifle amusing story to narrate. The comment further states, "And all these pictures of you splattered all over the blog with details of where you work and where you live, maybe you are desperate for attention. Maybe you'll get what you wish for and stop bloggin for good. When it walks like a duck and sounds like a duck, it is a duck. Replace that with Desperado." Ahem... The story doesn't end here, it gets more interesting.

Mad man says, "Let's face it the reality is you are a f***** glorified clerk running from one pathetic media house to another. I mean what do you even know about the business world working for a business magazine... I have never seen anyone use the world 'Kosher' like you do." Sure, he knows a lot more about my profession than I do and he does read my blog in great detail. In a separate mail, I told him to buy Wren & Martins -- that's for starters I said and maybe will lend his language some sophistication, in time.

It's human to be provoked and react, so I sent the rabid email. I happen to think that the encounter was good. I got a topic to write home about and tell the world -- such men exist. Such men, who have a certain disease in the head that can't involve the use of medicines. It's my diagnosis. The bottomline to all this is: maybe, I should learn to be open to criticism. Maybe my blog is self indulgent, so I don't write what pleases the mad man. About the photographs, he forgot it is not his blog but mine. About desperation, sure...if only you were not a mad dog...