My hate list...

• Here is my hate list. Some things which annoy me quite easily:
o Ghost stories: the supposedly horror stories never amuse me. As a speaker, one is either totally convinced with the ghost’s existence (and usually swells his eyes enormously and talks in such a slow dramatic manner like ,”Pataaaaheeee main bilkuuul bhiii jhoooot nahi booool rahiii.. aaaaiiiiisssaaaa sachhhh mein huaaaa thaaaa mere saaaaath!” OMG….) or is basically trying to sound ‘heroic’ by making fun of people who get scared and showing courage in not being afraid. Well, a message to the latter ones: You don’t appear heroic but rather silly to be discussing such issues with such interest.
As far as my view on this is concerned, mostly it is just a game of mind. You visualize the things you think about. So, when you are walking alone in a lonely lane surrounded by tall trees in deep night, your mind is already expecting a ghost to swoosh in. The ghost (if you feel the presence) comes only when it is in demand and asked for. After all, “uski bhi koi izzat hai ya nahi?” (Doesn’t he also have some self-respect?) Anyways, not debating on that, even if the ghost does give his guest appearance, why talk about it? I mean if your chacha ke friend ki bhabhi ki behan ka bêta has seen a ghost: Big deal. I mean, you haven’t seen it till now na? Get scared when you see it. Till then relax. And if you have seen it, you should have been scared when you saw it. Why NOW? Ho gaya na scene khatam? (The scene has ended na?) You are fine now, right? END OF DISCUSSION. Why discuss further then?
Lately I have heard a lot of creepy stories about the place I live in. It seems that it is the favourite hang-out for some ghosts. Till the time I don’t encounter anything, I will not comment. BUT YES! It is quite scary to get back to my room in night. NOOOO! Not because of ghosts but because of more bloodcurdling creatures! Yes! You would have probably guessed it right, if you know me. I am talking about Lizards… of various lengths, colours and sizes (gender, caste, creed, race included)
o Typically feminine traits: Though I am very girlie-girlie, there are certain feminine traits which I particularly abhor. For example: Wanting to look good is perfectly fine. You should be nice and presentable. It is obviously revolting to see a dirty unclean girl scratching her scalp and then putting the same hand in her mouth. But what I despise is that some girls more than just wanting to look pretty want people (especially boys) to compliment them throughout the day. I mean, is this really a measure to know how pretty you are? (Hey, have you heard this annoying hindi song which has this line: “cheeti pahad chale marne ke waste, ladki kare make-up ladko ke waste. Don’t know about the first line but the lyricist surely knew what he was writing in the second line!!) It is also sometimes annoying when girls take extra time to dress up putting different layers of cream and foundation and powder and sunscreen and toner and all of that. You boys! Don’t you dare smirk at us. It is equally irritating when you get ready late even if it is because you were watching some idotic football match or sleeping till 8.30 for a programme that was supposed to be attended at 7.
(Oh yes! Going back to girls, some go further and measure their beauty by counting the number of boys who have asked them out. Seriously girls, I am unsure about the level of beauty it calculates, but I am very certain that is surely is a good way to measure how desperate you are. Well, that is not the point I want to discuss. It will take a lot of space)
Next is that is good to be in love and all of that but some foolhardy girls go out of their way to make someone like them. Well, boys do the same (or maybe more) but the difference is that at least they accept that they do like some particular girl and are chasing her. Girls on the contrary never accept it, go for indirect ways to make someone like them and irritatingly say that it was the boy who was chasing her all the while.
And yes, some girls are strange. What they do is tell all their kutti (tamil one and not the hindi one!!! Tamil kutti means minuscule) problems to their guy friends as if they cannot solve their problems on their own. “Oh! I cant do this, I cant do that!” “I don’t know how to book my railway ticket back home.” Seriously girls, you need to grow up. The one you are complaining to, is the same age as you are. If he knows how to do it, so should you. And if you don’t, better try to learn it rather than making a fool of yourself in front of him by letting him know that you aren’t capable of doing even this much. And this cribbing habit gets beyond tolerance when girls tell about all the little eve-teasing they might have experienced to the guys. All those “He was staring at me”, “He was following me”, “Oh god! Somebody gave me a missed call! Who could that be???” in a tense I-am-not-liking-it kind of expression. But obvious your friend has to show concern and when he does so, you move to cloud nine. And usually more is the chance that the girl might just be assuming things rather than they being true. The most extra-ordinary thing about all of this is that in the end the girl enjoys all the attention: from the stranger and from her concerned friend. Receiving the attention already preplanned! GIRLS!
o Class disobedience: I hate it when students come to college, attend classes and don’t pay attention to the teacher and rather start talking to each other intentionally. It is acceptable that sometimes your mind does get diverted and sometimes there are things that you need to tell precisely at that moment. But otherwise you should at least make an attempt to listen to what your teacher is saying. I even agree that sometimes you are extremely tired and involuntarily doze off in between the class for a moment or so, but some students come to the class with the purpose of socializing and sleeping. I really get bugged by what all happens in my class during lectures. One of my friends (or should I say my only friend) hardly even looks at the teacher in the whole hour. She sleeps, she talks, she ‘sms’es, she sketches, cleans her bag (and occasionally finds some of her lost ear-rings for which she exclaims loudly) and if has nothing else to do stares at her feet than looking up till the lecture ends. Well, I am not talking about Pavamani Sir’s 15-minute lecture (including the ten minute long attendance) In his lecture you hardly would understand a thing even if you pay attention: one because he also gets so easily occupied in out-of-the-topic talks and two because even when he is teaching the whole class makes more noise than his voice in the microphone. No offence meant, he is one of the most adjustable, flexible and student-loving professor I have known. So moving back to the topic, I am not talking about flippant lectures, but the serious ones. I consider that people should pay attention in the lectures if not out of respect for their teachers but for their self-respect. They should respect the choice they have made for their career and pay attention but for their own sake, to respect their decision.
Anyways, let me finish this post. For now, these two points are enough to get me beaten up by many (Including my only friend). I pray God and beg you all to spare me. It is not me, it is SHE who is writing. Remember who? Read this post and you will know.