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This friend of mine makes me read and wants his writings edited. And he expects some comments for improvement. I am not a trained editor. Neither did I attend a writing school. But still when someone is really in need of help, I decide to do what I can to make others inspired. Trying to inspire others is what I try  to do. I will continue to do that. Nothing makes me happier than to see my friends improve their writing styles. But this friend is unique. His heart is too small for my frank comments.

And when I point out some of the areas that need improvement, he would end up explaining to me as if I understood nothing from it. He would come up with a thousand of reasons to refuse my comments. At the end of it all, he leaves me high and dry. Rather, I end up listening to his lecture. But I tried my best before I decided not to comment and instead praise his writings. And now he does not expect me to edit his work.

There are people out there. They want us to comment, but their hearts are too small for our unedited comments. In most cases, when they ask what we think about their works, they don't expect to receive our comments. So, better keep shut people! They rather want praises - forget not to give bundles.

Welcome to Bhutan. We are so used to receiving positive comments that even an attempt to make some candid comments is unwelcome. We make no mistake - this is the sort of attitude. 

Comments

  1. PenjoOctober 29, 2009 at 2:07 PM

    well noted. That is exactly how we are. Embrace the good and discard the unpleasant.

    Good going Penstar.

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  2. KuenzaOctober 29, 2009 at 4:46 PM

    Hey, you made me wonder if you were talking about me. But then, I don't remember a single instance where I didn't take your comment positively.

    I was having lunch with a chilip friend this afternoon. She said, "We have to criticize ourselves into pieces. Then only we get A grades." I thought it is true. Then Shyam added that, that way, we will be in position to know our work better.

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  3. Youngten Lempen TharchenOctober 29, 2009 at 6:33 PM

    Who is that bastard or bitch? Yes, man I do agree. I do comment when they ask for wat ever in real life n in case of writing i see the format of commenting and then i comment...whereas if its regulted one i dont comment becuase that blogger doee not want ppl to comment or watever...so i mind my own business..
    dont worry on commenting on writing which is ofcourse a crap but i do write just to play around words and sentences...

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