I hate you, I hate me, I hate class, I hate the pedants that teach it, i hate the people I sit around, every single one of them, I hate obese people, especially obese people who stay obese,I especially hate them in biology labs, I hate people who say ‘I have black hairs’ or brown hairs or whatever fuck, I hate the fact that i can’t finish books these  days and i hate the fact that the only movies coming my way are pedestrian, I hate the same old music I listen to, I hated it when I stopped writing my blog, i hate it that I have stopped running, i hate it that I report 20 minutes late for class, I hate it that I awake 10 minutes before it and on someone’s insistence, I hate my overflowing laundry bag and I hate how often it get’s that way, I hate dirtying my favourite shoes and having no way to clean them, I hate it that  my jeans keep tearing and I hate it that after having them darned some 6 times I have to let them be and I hate it that they never tear around the knees or below, they always tear around the crotch, I hate not having  a functioning camera, I hate myself for not getting it fixed. I hate people lecherously eyeing my bike in traffic and I hate those who come and casually lean on it, I hate people who simulate a riding experience for themselves and fiddle with the clutch and gear lever, I hate fingerprints on my petrol tank, I hate people who care for me and beleive in intervention, I hate blood curdling yells and I hate couriers arriving late. I hate the fact that muesli is so expensive and I hate an inflating economy, I hate P.C. too, I hate snooty nosed expatriates and I hate snooty nosed geriatrics, I hate Indians with ‘a trace of an accent’, they should all go to Goa and sell ice cream. 

That’s pretty much it…………..