10. pps instead of ppt: why on earth someone has to send a 'power-point show' file to ponder over some thought that someone thinks is worth PCs full screen? just send a freakin' .ppt file and i will keep it open on the desktop and look at it when get time. do these people try to show that they a little more when they are creating a .pps file; "moving ahead with 's' in place of 't'"? but these jerks need to understand that 't' comes after 's'. get a life.
9. jagjit singh: well! do i need to say anything about this guy? go a music world and you will find 15 cds pkg/created in April 2006. what the hell does this guy do with singing - eat, sleeps, shoots (that's what he does and people dont' quite understand). mr. music is rejuvenating, and not depressing. if you try to dig a little more, you will find that this guy is responsible for 1000s of suicides every year. mere ko iske naam ki supaari deni hai.
8. reduces music system's volume: guy pls come and tell me that my music is irritating you, i will cut it low, or shut it off, but pls don't go and reduce my system's volume. it sends shivers down my spine, starts to ache my body... :o)
7. stand behind and read my e-mails: everyone must have faced these kinda people; they surreptitiously enter you office and before you know it they will finish reading your personal e-mail, or get ready to comment on an issue that you haven't even read. why do they have to gaze straight into the screen and take cue in someone else's problems?
6. driving on a high beam: my years in the US were the dream years, now i am back in land of glaring headlights, blaring horns and to-fuck-with-you-O-driver-on-the-road attitude. i believe what we indians think about dipper is that 'dipper is to blink the beam, once to high, then to low, and then back to high' just to tell the oncoming traffic that i have shown mine, now show yours. and fuck i care if you hit the maiden. quite the same with the horns; i blow just to tell others that i am coming; and the best part is that no one will let you pass until you blow - yeh! i know.
5. someone uses patriotism/nationality/race just for the heck of it: when you start preparing a list of things that you hate, politics/country is bound to come. who doesn't hate politics; be it your office's, or be it is your country's. but what turns me against these illiterate politicians is that when they use their race for the political good. and we 'the janta' always fail to understand that no good could be coming from these assholes. it is just the ploy that they write every moment, and always-hopeful, gullible janta falls in trap.
4. when people start chirping in their local languages: i have never had faced this issue till i landed in madras and came face-a-face with the aryan's and dravidian's differences. howevermuch i tried, i never got a welcome feeling at madras. one possible reason for that could be that chennaites love to talk in tamil when they know one can't possibly understand that. is it arrogance or reservation towards other cultures or complex towards their own race? i can't comfortably say.
3. break the q/get a cue?: i think it's just inherent in our thick indian blood that we have to race against nothing obvious. how could he possibly take a cup of tea before i do; the tea might get cold in 10 secs that i might waste; or, in the worst case, fungi might take advantage of these 10 secs and make home under the thicket of my cup.
2. to wait for some one: why can't we indians shed our IST standards and respect the time , atleast for someone else's sake? you gotta do, what you gotta do. but why make someone else a taker of your reprehensible act. lovers might take comfort in this, but people with serious business will run-off and not come back. it just burns when i know that i have to reach office early, but have to wait for someone to give him/her a drop and to which someone says 'why are you making a fuss about it?'
1. someone picks nose in my car: this is self evident, but jus imagine someone picking his/her dirt and pushing is inside your baby - in my case, it's my car.
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