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I am blocking anonymous comments on this blog once again. I had allowed anonymity during the A2Z series because I was using a lot of pseudonyms to write about people who were closely associated with me and I wanted them to get an opportunity to comment anonymously if they so wished. A few did respond too anonymously. Now I see no reason why people should be given that luxury anymore since my posts have gone back to the usual topics such as politics and day-to-day life.  

What provoked this decision of mine is an anonymous comment that was dropped on a recent post of mine. A reader was irked by what I wrote about Modi. There’s nothing surprising about that. There are a lot of people who would like to drive a dagger straight into my heart just because they love Modi and I don’t. As long as Blogger gives me the privilege to decide what kind of comments are permitted in this space, I remain the arbiter here. Simple. No abuses, no threats, no absurd raving. Particularly anonymously.

Hereafter readers can comment on these posts only with their Google identity. Use any one Google account: email, Chrome, etc.

Hiding behind anonymity is a kind of cowardice. Mahatma Gandhi was of the opinion that dictators derive their power from the cowardice of the people. From the way Modi is making too many claims for himself, the latest being to divinity, I am forced to conclude that there are too many cowards in this country. At least, let me not be one to encourage cowards by providing them space here.

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  1. Hari Om
    👏🙏👍 I have always blocked anonymous responses. It's just too easy for keyboard hooligans to make a mark these days. If we can minimise such then we must. YAM xx (who is slowly getting back to normal 😅)

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  2. If you're getting anonymous responses that are abusive, then of course it is time to turn them off. People suck sometimes.

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  3. That's a fair thing to do - there's already a lot of digital hatred online and too many trolls making a mess. If people can't standup to what they've said or own up to it - there's no need for a platform for the ones who like to play in the shadows

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  4. I thought if a person is going to post or comment anonymous. They are pretty gut less.

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