On hating things and all

Have you ever met some people who can make everything sound like what they want it to sound like? For instance there's this guy in office who can make everything sound like it's full of reason or something. He thinks that behind everything there's science. Or at least history. He kills me. For example one day he comes to me when I am quietly having a little tea while doing something on my computer and tells me that it's a bad habit to drink too much tea. And I swear to God, I am having my first cup of tea since morning. I don't drink too much of tea anyway. But you don't like people giving you such crap especially when you are having your first cup of tea and doing something on a computer. He has to make everything sound like that. He gets a bang out of it.

And then there's this chubby looking girl I know of. I am not calling her fat because I know it kills her every time I call her that. It kills all the fat people if you call them fat anyway. She has this peculiar habit of sounding excited and all at all times. She can sound excited all the time. One moment she will be sad and the next, she will be so excited it will kill you if you know what I mean. For instance if she happens to run into someone who she hasn't seen in years and not even bothered to think about (or even if she has bitched about them all the time) she hugs them tight and all and talks to them like they are the only people who matter and she has been dying to meet them. And when they have finally left, she actually starts bitching about them all over again.

I am not a lover of people I must admit. It's not their fault. Not that I hate people, but just that I kind of find everyone boring. That's why I don't talk too much to too many people. But I can talk to people I like for hours and bore them to hell. But there are very few of them. Some people just kill you simply at the mention of their name. I am too touchy about that stuff. But I don't care a lot.

The only guy that I haven't hated once was my roommate. He never asked me anything. If I came to the room late and he had to wake up and open the door. Or whenever I told him to get ready in five minutes because I wanted to go to a movie and didn't have any company. He will agree to anything. I loved the guy. I liked him more because he kind of made me feel cool or something. That was a terrible thing sometimes but it was good, in a way, mostly. Once I remember my cellphone got stolen and you won't believe it he told me to keep his phone! I know you won't believe me but he did. I kind of pitied him then but I kept his phone anyway. I miss him. He was one in a million. He is in another city now working with a fancy design company. But he was a bore too. Once I beat the shit out of him for being boring and he left the room we shared. He really did. I hated him for that. I also gave him his phone back while he was packing his stuff.

I'll sign off now because have to go to a recording studio for this radio spot I have written. Otherwise I could have written for hours. I don't hate to go to the recordings because sometimes you get to meet some hotshot from Bollywood and they are very approachable. I think there's something about the studios that makes them approachable. I don't care too much. Boy, I hate the dip tea they serve in recording studios. I really do. And after that I have to read some from the book I am reading. It's called The Catcher in the Rye. It's one great book. It really is. I always get a bang out of reading it. But there's a girl in my office who said she wasn't too crazy about it and that she left reading it midway. That almost killed me.