THE HATE LISTS

I dislike black cats and buffaloes,the colours saffron and green. I am no fan of mid day sun and sweaty summer nights.The sliminess of the snakes nauseates me like the skinny long legged models. I hate paintings and poetry.The khadi khurthas and Gandhi caps repulse me like the aggressive female news readers and new found freedom of the computer babies.I am uneasy with the beardwallahs and traffic jams.The crowds and government files,the reality shows and mega serials annoy me.The elderly ladies with bobbed hairs with thick make ups crying for womens liberation,the new bred economists barking about inflation,money inflows,the ffi's,dii's, brings out the vomit within me. I am no fan of Pranab mukerjee’s English,nor that of Antony's or the Pakisthani or Bangladeshi cricketers. The sqeeky voices of mamathaji,mayawati and the anglicized hindi of soniyaji turns me down.I despise ignorance,arrogance,those afraid of saying ‘no’ and dilly dallying.I dislike video games and cartoons, and the election analysis .Of cricketers I abhor Javed miandad,Chanderpaul and Atherton. I hate the advocates and the policemen.I despise tall neat men and the leos.I hate Mondays,calling bells and sms alerts. I run away at the sight of a govt clerks,donation mongers.As patients I cannot tolerate Brahmins,teachers and the English speaking nair civil servants[retired].As for as books are concerned, the biographies, the essays are an absolute no. I hate kanjie, bread and rusks.I detest spotless neatness and green paints. I can’t tolerate crying babies, the whining women and the hypochondriacs.No to rituals and dogmas,the highly princepled ones,the chubby hi-tek gurus,the impotent idols,the escapist sathsangs,the social acivists ,the sukumaran azheekodes,the arundhati roys the m.f..hussains.I am no fan of unending queues,party jathaas hijacking the roads,the autos running between your legs. I detest the words cbi, the enquiry commissions,sitting judge,the probes and the scams,the kalmadis,the rajas,the prakash karats.Last but not the least I hate the early morning hang overs and the farting bloggers.