Ab se Seedhi Baat , No bakwaas !

So, a couple of minutes back I was told ,quite bluntly, by a valuable critic ( this is the most serene description anybody could ever give him) that the " quality" of my last few posts should have embarrassed me to the extent that I should bury my head in the sand and never take it out, to the extent that I lock myself up ( and down) in a bathroom without taps and keep crying till eternity , to the extent that I should run around in "pink chaddies" telling random people that the "pink chaddies" signify that I'm in the "pink of mental health", to the extent that I forbade my entire progeny to blog on blogspot, to the extent that I told every other girl I met that I was a pervert , to the extent that I wrapped my fingers with cellophane tape should they ever treble to type,  to the extent that I just stopped caring what he said .

Unquestionably , I should accept the last two posts were a bit , okay not-a-bit but completely non-sensical , and the third last one ( Greek Weddings ) was an unintentionally ( okay , you may cut the "un") ostensible effort to pretend knowledgeable, knowing fully well that I wasn't. The next time I'll try to put in more " come-on sense ".