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I love tennis.
And now I love it more and MORE !! It is because of my latest sweety.. Jo-Wilfried Tsonga !! YEY Jo-Wilfried Tsonga !! Go Tsonga !! Hey you hot stuff!!!
He is the cutest most adorable most understated 22 year old tennis player…
Why cant we have yummy things like him in my neighbourhood? !!
So what if he is two years younger than me ?!
Go Tsonga !! Boy i am rooting for you !! You are going to win it !
You can ogle at Tsonga boy here - http://frenchballs.loco-web.com/tsonga/page_photos.htm
Just dont drool too much … You will wet your keyboard.
Life is good!!
Its either me … or its the world that is fucked up in the head !
I seriously can’t deal with people and their idiocies … three instances in a span of 2 hours, had my blood boiling and me just ready to claw any one who dared to ask me what is wrong with you girl?
Instance 1 - I am standing at the Vodaphone bill payment shop in CP… all is well … people are taking their time to count their money and i mean a lot of time to count … to recount and count again…. to re re assure themselves
… i still haven’t lost it …even after the sweeper dusts the CP dust in my face and hair …. i don’t react though i am reaching that danger zone
One Bihari uncle (i am NOT a regional racist … but he was Bihari!) … he comes up stands behind me … a little to close (why was i surprised … or am i just paranoid??) .. is chewing a paan and counting his notes … he then after making his presence felt with his shuffling of feet and chewing noises ….. suggests that i move inside the shop which is already flooded with people … I choose to ignore it …. says it again ….. me ignoring …cause i know i will just blast the hell off him with my verbal bashing ….
The man has guts … he suggests it again …. and that my friend was IT! ….you have pressed the wrong button !!
I start off with … rattling all kinds of stuff like …who are u to tell me …too its to crowded .. do u need specs to see that ?? what nonsense …. and blah blah and blah
Can’t even remember half of the things !!
The conversation ends with bihari crackpot telling me - ”chup raheya” (Be quite)
and me telling him - “app phele chup raheye” (You be quite first)
And then we stand in silence me just wanting to strangle the hell out of this random man
That gets me thinking …why ?? why the hell i reacted that way ?? I could have reasoned it out with him and told him that bhaisaab (brother) its too crowded and i am not walking into that crowd.
Am i that intolerant ? People who don’t adhere to social norms … are bound to get a verbal bashing from me? Why can i not just IGNORE these nincompoops ? Do i think that i am above a lot of people and that’s why i react the way i react?
Its tiring …just thinking about it ………… well i have decided to pay my phone bill on-line now … it ain’t worth it……… this interaction with people on the streets, who are bound to stand a little to close to you and are bound to talk to you for no reason and are (the most baffling one) bound to give you suggestions (??) on how to go about your business
Kab sudheregay mera desh (When will my country learn)
Delhi is getting colder, chillier, and more romantic by the day. Temperatures are soaring! Or dropping in this case and people are huddling in their razais (blanket) … hopefully with their loved ones.
It’s comfy this cozy weather… you can hug and prolong the embrace as long as you want with no body odor to worry about
Dilli tussi great ho !!
But I do worry about the people on the street, not just the people there are dogs there too … Delhi is harsh for those who don’t have a roof on their head, who have no money .. It treats those people with disregard… gives them a very step motherly (a la Cinderella) treatment. Delhi is harsh for these souls… it has no mercy for them … they get killed, sleeping on the street … and nobody gets to know for days ..
People say its is coldest at 3 am in the morning … if you survive that cold … that chill then you are a tough soul
On my street there is a bunch of handicapped people who survive the chill by huddling together, they have their razais and everything on their mobile homes… but I hardly see them covered up … they are used to the cold and used to the chill… I am sure delhi winters is not as romantic for them as it is for me with all my comforts
It is a torture for them… something they need to get over … something they need to survive … something that tests all their abilities …
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