Skip to main content

Rude and Crude

Bad times are good in one way. They make you see the mistakes you have been doing for SO long ,like an idiot, without even noticing it! In the past few weeks I have learnt what people actually think about me, through the numerous unpleasant encounters , fights , separations and other disasters.....
 [ seriously! ALL these things happened in FEW weeks!]


I never felt comfortable uttering 'Hi's! and "bye's" and always tried to skip the formalities as smoothly as possible...which I am not good at =D .So, my plan flops and I end up sounding rude : | !! For example:


friend: Hi semi!!!!!!!!!!! sup? 
me: why did you call?
 * FLOP*
friend: Semmmmmii!
(before she finishes the H)
me: what happened in master chef yesterday?
During good times she may take the  bait , but in bad times
friend: You freak! you wont tell Hi and won't let the other person say hi! All you care is about master chef! You don't even COOK watching it, you just talk about the yucky details of it like the MEAT!
[ excuse her.....she's veg :( ] 
                                                OR


When I call them- 
Friend: hello
Me:Hello, may I speak to XYZ?
( that is the only opening  Dialogue I know) heehee
Friend: What a friend are you ?! You don't even recognize my voice!

another case: 
Friend : Hello 
As she would kill me If I  use my only comfortable line. I say
me: XYZ! What are the tests do we have for next week?
I get 
Friend: You blunt idiot! Tell HI!
me: I don't like telling it!
Friend: Then Bye!

I hope that you see the problems I face in the form of niceties! The Magic words are an another important problem I face. At least they can't demand them from me....but I hate it when they are SO polite.

The Caramel Popcorn Episode:
Once upon a time, one week ago =P my Friends and I went for some hindi film which I thought I wouldn't understand.Although boring, I loved the film mostly because I could understand it!!Truthfully speaking it had more english words than a tamil song! So, till the interval all was well.

the thing is too sweet!
Unfortunately after it the food arrived. There came the yummy nachos and salsa <3 , coke and........the popcorns.I was watching the film with so much concentration [ much more than I would spend on math and physics periods] that I didn't realize that it was caramel ones. 1 pop in the mouth later I quietly placed it under my seat ;) . 
On the other hand my polite friends where too polite( I was sitting in between them)  and couldn't decline it as they thought they would hurt the host. So, there ensued a sorry struggle to finish the tubs.....Now, lets start naming these friends as it is getting more complicated. Sincere Shivani and Happy Hamsini where sharing the caramel popcorn tub and didn't like it. Darling Diya had cheese popcorns and liked having caramel ones.Seeing these 2 struggle she offered to have the caramel ones.Reluctantly they accepted.
The sub plot should have ended here and I should have been left to concentrate on the movie, but politeness creeped in and our Shivani started feeling 'guilty' thinking  Diya didn't like it.


So, she forced her to have some cheese and started struggling again with the caramel ones! phew! I should also mention that happy hamsini was dragged into this =P So every few minutes the tubs moved in front of me and I gave up trying to understand the film......Few may argue that this was a good move as the movie sucked from thereon....but that's not my point. My hindi enjoying experience (!) was abruptly ended because of the words, "please " , "sorry" and "thank you"

Boomerang
I didn't care much about my character until yesterday when bad times were over and worst times started.My biggest inspiration left me and I started to feel insecure and was rather emotionally weak.....In that off guard moment I replicated my weakness in the form of......hell! I am telling it! I cried like a weakling in front of my mum!! =O



I desperately needed advise,some cajoling and consoling AND all my mother did was LAUGH!! She said that I was too emotional (me!) and sensitive & had to move on in life.That was the moment when I realized that what she was trying to convey was correct but the way was too crude and rude...........it was like looking at a mirror.That was when I realized how mean I was.





I remembered the times I have looked at someone and said the ugly truth in the ugliest way.Hurting everybody with both my hand and my tongue- telling how slow they were or how nerdy they were- teasing their height ,weight and might!- their individuality , style and everything!
The most astounding thing is that no one has ever rudely replied back.......:'( that is why I am writing this.......I am so sorry for who I am, I will surely change just give me time!







yours naughtily
Semi =D                                     

Comments

  1. semi!! it is a really nice one!! and......thanks 4 dedicating it to me!!

    ReplyDelete
  2. Very nice post Samyuktha.....
    Felt Great When I Read it......Kind Of What I Am Experiencing Now....
    Gud Job....
    Keep Posting! :)
    u knw who i am! ;)

    ReplyDelete
  3. well ,so "sucker" for a start to a conversation is strong
    I never reply back nicely btw

    and, shivani's guilt is something which i can't stop laughing at!

    ReplyDelete
  4. Mr. Anonymous I think I figured out WHO you are with ur writing style....:D
    Akshath I know! :D

    ReplyDelete
  5. This is the precise weblog for anybody who needs to seek out out about this topic. You notice so much its almost arduous to argue with you. You positively put a brand new spin on a subject that's been written about for years. Nice stuff, simply nice!

    ReplyDelete

Post a Comment

Would love some validation or better ... Some criticism!

Trending posts

You Too

I too didn’t wannaget raped Stalked hunted preyed on And Live in a social structure Where I could do no wrong.
I too wanted to report him And make him pay For all the layers He stripped off me And made me a sexual object Only worthy of being attained
I too want to come out clean After I burn down this building Of patriarchy and misogyny Where his silence is valued more than my voice And my silence is enough to prove his male noise.
I too I really do But will you pay my bills And help me when I’m on pills? Why will I ask you for justice When you shame me for asking too late
Truth is You don’t want me to voice out And change this system Where it works just fine for you How is my accusation worse than his actions? Because now you have to do something about it now?
So I’m sorry If it is going to affect your privileged little life But I am going to climb to the roof of your building Take my biggest fricking megaphone And shout YOU TOO* *you silent enabler of patriarchy I hope you can hear now*


A hard day's night

Sometimes Whatever you touch turns to gold And people sing your praises And name their babies after you
But mostly It is a crap fest And walk in the dark A whole lot of ‘learning’ and ‘hardwork’ Without reward or due.
It is very easy to get disheartened Or a whiny loser A self-fulfilling prophecy Which can be avoided With a bit of grit



Bite your teeth Get down to work Not to prove anyone wrong But prove yourself right

The world openly admires talent And secretly respects hardwork Become as good as you think you are Take these bad days as a boon Or fool yourself with any b.s Anything which helps you sleep at night So that you live to fight and win another day.
Actual experience makes clich├ęs real And superstition into faith And a bad day A good one

Others

Living on the mandate of others Is basically Life imprisonment Yet we all bear through it All Smiles through a gritted teeth. A rite of passage of course To come unscathed through the other side Full of sudden wisdom and cryptic cynicism Silently afraid to cut these choking umbilical chords Nourishment and community and all Convincing ourselves this is what it is To Be Human,


Taking the place of the Others Who won and lost Losing our wonder And wondering what we lost- The essence of being ourselves
The hyenas feed on our soul Only when it is exposed Keep it intact tightly within you Guard it like a watchdog Fundamental rights and all. Worship it like a temple and Pray you don’t lose yourself For the call of others Whatever may be the cost.