Well now since i have decided to be a serious blogger, the question arises as of what to blog,umh !!! There have been quite a many incidents happening around in the last few days which had surely caught my notice and also as in many a cases my critical view about them. Ahh!!!! now it strikes me, what I need to blog on,” A Critic".
When I was a child often heard " Silenced the Critics", "Earned Critic's Acclaim" " Best Critic", which kept me wondering , who are these " Critics", don’t they have any other work except criticizing, or are they few of those mentally imbalanced creatures on earth deriving sadistic pleasure from others misery.
As years passed by i realized i was in company of one of the greatest Critics I have known, MY DAD, initially I thought he Criticized me, which I felt " that’s how Dads are world over", but as i started interacting with him much more( on the intellectual side), realized i am not the only unlucky Being to fall in his Critical view, but in fact I was in the esteemed company of some great leaders ( political and religious, especially religious), Renowned thinkers, and quite some famous people, and also not so famous but influential people at least to the extent of the small gamut of world I daily interact with ( esp. the Church).There was some thing interesting in it. An unparallel enthusiasm when I hear his critical view. This made wonder if even I’m becoming one of those Sadistic people, and that my Dad is already One.
I felt i need to somehow come out of his influence and try to look at the world in a friendlier way. But there was something which was pulling me towards it. I find myself to be in midst of criticizing quite a many things, around me, The government policies, the Ideology of Political parties, the Cricket team, The Youth, The Church, Loop holes in the Administration, in Education……………
Ah God !! what am i Becoming!!! cant i think more positively, cant i try understand others view point, Cant i stop this habit of Criticism, I dreaded the maxim " You reap what you sow", and wondered if every one around me would start looking at me in a critical view, and spell my doom since I am One Whole package of Imperfections.
But on contrast realized People love me, So do they Love my Dad, and in fact Respect him For his View point. Now this was something mind boggling for me. Why the hell do people Love and respect a man who criticizes them. And this was something which was always running at the back of my mind,,
And then when i have decided to come to a conclusion that the whole world around me are Retarded and Crazy!!! a realization dawned upon me and I seem to have understood the Magnetic Force which was attracting me to be a Critic, The unknown Quality in my Dad which earns him the love and respect from others, That sub conscious sense which encourages me to trudge the path my dad follows, and which attracts me although i try running away from it. Ahh that moment was one of the sweetest one i have experienced, when i realized that Mystic Quality was " TRUTH" .
Suddenly the world around me appears to be a different place, My Dad appears altogether a different persona. I realize that the Critical approach of my dad was and is an Outcome of the anguish he had, his thirst for truth, and the dare to be Honest. All his life this poor soul was in search of Truth,nearly lost everything in his life,including the loved one,but never taken aback,armed with a never dying Courage and determination to go against the world which Only the People true at heart have. The respect i carried for this man Increases manifold, and so does for all those Critics who tried to make this world a better place, in their respective fields.
Now the picture of my future seems to be emerging out of the animosity it displayed all though the years. Of all the things i cherished, Felt Proud and tried to imitate, my Dad, this Sense of Criticism would be the most adored one. He had lived a whole life to see the changes he wanted to, He still awaits to see them happening in his life time, he may or may not see them happening, but at the end of the day, when he is done , he would be lest assured that there is someone who would carry his thoughts further, with the same vigor he did, and a satisfaction that he was able to mould one person into what he thought a ideal citizen should be, and that’s his Son.
I look back, and feel if it was not for those stinging Criticism he lavished all through my Child hood and further, i would not have been what I am now and what I aspire to accomplish,
And of all the Names or monikers I would loved to be called, the most I would cherish Would be " A CRITIC", for now I realized a true critic is not a Sadistic Being and a Miscalculation of Mother nature, But a true Child of God who knows to do the toughest thing in the world " Speak Truth".
