#%&*@^! irritating !!

The bus on which I return home seems to have been taken over by a horde of female Southy freshers. 3 of them will get on & reserve places for 6 others. The others arrive half an hour later & thank their 'reservists' profusely & then begins the non-stop series of girlie jokes, touchy feely sessions, giggling & other such assorted nonsense that girls revel in. To top it all they communicate in some southern language which is mighty irritating on the ears. Seriously, some of these Dravidian languages have phonetics & pronunciation that hold as much appeal as the sound of chalk scratching a blackboard. And the way these girls can tattle! Their incessant blabbering can put Shekhar Suman to shame. My peaceful rides home have all but ceased to be that of late.

Then there's this bozo next door who thinks of himself as Kishore Kumar reincarnated. Last night, just as I'd crashed for the night, he chooses to put on a tape of Yaadein (of all films!) loud enough for me to be able to pick up every note & nuance being played .... even after keeping all the windows shut! If that's not bad enough, the bugger chooses to sing along & even gets some moronic female to accompany him in a duet! Lost more than an hour's sleep as a consequence.

This morning, & it's time for more irritation. No company buses show up till 7:40 (even though 3 of them are supposed to be off to EC by 7:35). Finally a bus arrives & we make it to Hosur Road by 8 only to get caught in the worst morning time jam I've ever seen. As if that ain't enough, there's this aunty-type sitting next to me who keeps adjusting her dupatta (in the way all girls do) every time I look to the right. I mean, come on dammit! I'm NOT looking at your assets PLEASE! Why the hell do girls think that all the guys are staring down there? Go look at yourself in the mirror miss, forget your chest, I'm not even looking at your face!

EXTREMELY IRRITATING STUFF MAN!