Hello Miss Pompous
Thanks to you a strange thought occured to me - that running a sharp knife through a cushiony bed must be exciting and that might assuage a person in times like these. I am guessing that I feel this way because I am really mad at YOU. yes, I AM really mad at you and REALLY mad at you.
I genuinely hope I don't become like (one of) you someday. Everytime you talk to me condescendingly I thought it was just your personality because you "must" be nice as someone in your position ought to be. But when I see you sucking upto non-Indians, I find it hard to convince myself that you are normal. I know you act like this to me because I am also an Indian. This is the worst form of racism. I bet you wouldn't dare show this attitude to some white woman. And thanks to you, I said something I promised I'd never even feel leave alone say - that I dread dealing with Indians. And thanks to you Tendulkar's innings is the last thing in my mind. And I hope this post serves as some sort of catharsis.