I love brooding… do I??

I have been in a permanently rotten mood for three days now (well, actually for over a decade to be precise) - snapping at the drop of a hat, cribbing shouting, and picking up a fight every now and then and generally behaving like a cranky old hag (at the slightest provocation).

Now, this blog is about ME. It’s irrelevant to most of the mankind but still manages to piss the ‘brainy’ souls off who happen to peep into it just to check on me. And I love to say that I love it like anything.

But no amount of snubbing, ignorance or even abhorrence can stop the eccentric writer in me from penning down my three-day-old crankiness. Enjoy the outlet and get back with expert comments!

BTW… the chronology follows the stream of thoughts and does not have any other implication.

I HATE MEN but that does not mean I am sexually attracted to women! In fact, I share the typical can’t-live-with-you but can’t-live-without-you-either relationship with the dumb(er) sex.

I HATE the concept of marriage. I abhor the Indian social and mental setup that believe that there is no life sans marriage and one ought to be married to be happy and socially, emotionally, psychologically secure.

I HATE the concept of "in-laws". Why can't a mother-in-law be "mom" and a daughter-in-law be "baby"?

I HATE the Indian governance system, the administration, the political set up, the law and order situation, the judiciary and the unfortunate state of affairs everywhere but still… I LOVE MY INDIA.

I think the hype about Anna Hazare is grossly overrated.

But, I still like the way India’s general public has come out in swelling numbers to support Anna’s call against corruption.

I say Dr Manmohan Singh should play ‘statue’ game at kiddie parties. Finally, he will excel at something.

I don’t have anything to say about the Prime Minister’s firang Maa and her gora prince.

I think the Indian politicians are pimps desperately trying to outwit each other in their blatantly shameless attempts to sell off their ‘mother’land so that they can fill up their own coffers with money which they can then use to seduce others’ women.

I think humans are God’s worst creations. We’re so full of ourselves, we’ve made a giant mess of things and we’re screwing up every single day that we exist.

Crime against women always takes my blood to its boiling point. Needless to say, I think eve-teasers and molesters should be blinded and nailed respectively.

I say rape is the worst crime – worse than cold-blooded murder. Rapists shouldn’t be killed. They should be slowly tortured in ingenious ways every single day of their lives – castration would be an excellent start.

I like feeling sad sometimes. It’s better than feeling nothing, which I also feel a lot.

I regret not having learnt some tricks of the trade from the millions of ugly bullies and hideously dressed bitches I have constantly been thrown up against by life. But, as they say, it’s never too late. Moreover, I’ve been too nice for too long.

I hate people who pretend to be friends only to turn around and stab their “friends” brutally.

I have no real friends.

My greatest fear is losing face. In every sense.

My terrible lack of ambition doesn’t scare me. It scares others though. But do I care? One has to understand something to care for it!

I’m your closet violent person. I have enough rage to commit a crime. And my first victim would be an eve-teaser.

I think I’m a great catch. Not everyone agrees.

I think PMS is a valid excuse.

I don’t care about the world at large. It’s pointless.

General knowledge is just a tool to appear more intelligent than the other person in a conversation.

I know I’m not going to be rich and famous. Or poor and infamous!

I dream about dead people – all the time.

I detest people who take themselves too seriously.

Injections are probably the worst medical invention ever. Which sadist would think up a device with a big shiny needle to poke through bare flesh to make someone feel better?

I can’t face the world with a pimple.

You think this post is crap? So do I.

I like whining even though I’m happy (refer to PMS thingie).

If you’re cool with seeing someone five years your junior getting paid 10 times your salary, get into print journalism.

I’m scared of dying in a road accident.

I love being on emergency contact of most of my friends.

I’m no good with babies. I run out of weird sounds and faces in eight seconds flat.

I hate my hair and my teeth. I have a problem with my weight. But I love myself.

Am I feeling better or worse?