It is a common occurrence virtually everywhere, to sit in the comfort of one’s room and criticize a young sportsman on the screen for a consequential error. Yes, it is very easy to spot at an instant and correct every move he takes with the words of mouth. It is easy to think five steps behind, and twenty more ahead of him. It is easy to analyze and run derogatory commentaries all night long about his faulty performance. It is so easy to focus on the mistakes of the young sportsman who may have even learnt the never-to-be-forgotten lessons from his own flaws and moved on with his life.

Naturally, these panel of judges are not only found in the world of sports; they are readily present in every field of life. They are always the best of people who know how best to go about anything—even though in the real sense they know nothing! They are always the best grammarians who never correct themselves; the best mathematicians who never solve an equation; the best marketers who never sold a commodity; the best orators who never spoke a word; the best teachers who never taught a lesson; the best writers who never wrote a line; the best husbands who never led a family; the best wives who never managed a home; the best parents who never raised a child; the best leaders who never had a follower…they are just always a master of many things but a living example of none!

And though I hope it would not be rude and wrong of me to assert that virtually everyone is guilty of this offence (including myself), but it would all the same be hypocritical of me to agree that the assertion is purely wrong. However, it must be stated that we do it for different reasons and to varying degrees: some out of concern and for correction; some out of fear and for compassion; some out of envy and for bitterness; some out of threat and for defence; some out of unworthiness and for recognition; some for reasons unknown.

Interestingly, for as many who know the importance of what they do and how essential it is to their existence, criticism only serves as a fan that fans their fire of passion. In the same vein, it should be a discovery worthy of elation and encouragement for as many who are always battered by ardent adversaries, that to keep growing and moving forward in that which is worthy of emulation despite all oppositions, is the best way to keep all critics (and criticasters) busy—and defeated!

After all said and done, it should not be surprising to find out on the sands of Time, that whilst the footprints of those who get positively involved in the forefront of life are indelibly stamped in gold and silver, those of idling feet and unrepentant fault-finders would settle on miry clay!