If you are one of those who come across rude comments from readers in blog sites and similar internet forums and wonder what makes them belt out such strong comments, here is a typical case study! It was just not my day. Everything went wrong right from the moment I stirred out of bed. Maybe I applied too much pressure on my tooth brush with the sole aim of getting that adamant stain out. The stain stayed where it was but the brush broke. A casual remark about a seedy smell coming out of the coffee brought in by my wife saw us getting drawn into a wordy combat. I knew instantly that she was going to pick on everything I did. The breakfast was as lousy as ever but I did not open my mouth except for pushing it in. The shirts and pants were not ironed. I knew what answer I would get if I sought an explanation and so decided that discretion was the better part of valour. I wore them grudgingly knowing fully that they made me look like a circus clown. All these morning skirmishes were affecting my schedule very much and I knew that a proper dressing down from my chief was on cards. I came out of the house and saw a street dog easing itself on the rear wheel of my scooter. I mouthed some obscenity at it which my wife, who was following me to make sure that I was definitely going to be out for the day, thought was aimed at her. She gave me a full curtain raiser for the kind of dressing down I was likely to receive at the office. I was furious about the unfairness of this unprovoked onslaught but experience had taught me that it was more prudent to keep my trap shut. I mounted my rusty scooter and tried to start it but in vain. Its recalcitrance has always amazed me. After trying to put some life into the engine through some vigorous kicking, I realised that it had decided to go in league with my wife. I would have given it one final vicious kick but observing the look on my wife's face I decided not to give shape to my thoughts. I did not want a further harangue from her, mistaking my kick as one really intended for her. I let go off my scooter and made my way to the auto stand. The only auto there had a driver who was far from being friendly. He gave me a look which seemed to imply that he did not consider me as a potential customer. The charge that he quoted sounded atrocious and when I tried to make him see reason, he looked the other way after a terse 'Savu grakki!' (Is there anyone who can please translate it for me?). I felt humiliated as I made my way to the bus stand. I was appalled at the crowd gathered there. Every time a bus came, I tried desperately to get a foothold but got pushed down by some strong hands. After waiting for an eternity, I was accommodated in a bus that certainly did not look like being fit enough to ferry us to our destination. For once I was proved right that day as the bus broke down a kilometer from my office. When I entered my office, I could feel all eyes on me as the office boy informed me that the Manager wanted to see me. Just as I was bracing myself to get into his room, he came out and gave me a big lecture in the full view of all those present. I did not utter a word in protest because I knew that it would make matters worse. The whole of that day, he called me in for further doses of firing on some pretext or other. I was feeling really low that I never got a chance to give it back to anyone, be it my wife or the auto driver. I realised I was too timid and the thought weighed me down further. On my way back home at the end of the day, I got into an Internet Cafe and logged on to a popular blog site. I started belting down vicious comments on every blog posted that day. The anonymity gave me utter freedom and I made full use of it. At the end of it all, after spending all my pent up fury, I was feeling considerably perked up. I was extremely thankful that I had such a wonderful outlet. As I walked out of the cafe, I was at peace with myself.