Wednesday, February 25, 2009

Crying out loud...

I hate her fake smile… she is only doing her job but then I hate her job
I hate leaving… leaving any place: old home, new home, Kolkata, Mumbai, campus
I hate leaving… leaving people, people like my little niece- we worked hard for two days to get to know each other, and now I don’t know when I will see her again, I don’t know if she will remember me, I don’t know how much I will miss in her life- the next time I meet her she will probably start her anorexic journey, she will run her race in the right direction and she will like boys (arrrghhhhh…..)
I hate it when my dad calls me a shaMBA, a wasteful spoilt brat, a consumerist materialistic prodigal
I hate waiting… waiting for sms replies, gtalk replies, for phone calls, for tickets, for trains, for people, for the perfect life
I hate hype and the fact that “poverty porn sells” (with due acknowledgements to the person who came up with the term) and I still can’t get over the fact that the UPA government claimed its “due share of credit for providing a conducive democratic environment”… all for nothing!! SLUMDOG MILLIONAIRE IS NOT AN INDIAN MOVIE


Ashwin said...

interesting post..i cdnt figure out hw the flow of thoughts started with things you miss and hate reached poverty porn n slumdog millionaire!!!! is there any hidden message??

Shimonti said...

no hidden message... just illogical irrational thinking!!!