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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!!

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  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! ;)

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  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!

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

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  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!

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