Hate Ok Please

I was running late for work. As usual. Fortunately I got a cab real quick. The cab driver seemed the usual, North Indian with close cropped hair with a bit of grey showing, red threads on wrist, wearing a white uniform.

The journey began. I whipped out my book to read. I always get this real nice, rich person feeling when I sit in the back seat reading my favourite book. It’s no fun driving around in city like Mumbai.

Moving on, the cab stopped at the Cuffe Parade signal and a Bharat Gas cylinder delivery boy pushing one of those carriers-in-front bicycles came up next to the cab. The boy was merely 16-17 years old, wearing a very dirty uniform that was two sizes too big for him. His carrier was full of delivery cylinders and a few more were hanging off the outside railing as well.

As the boy struggled to keep the bicycle from rolling backwards on slight incline, my cab’s driver yelled, “Gaon kaunsa hai? Bihar?”

The boy seemed to ignore him.

The cab driver repeated his question. He shook his head and said, “Nagpur. Nagpur ka hun.”

Cab driver said “Kya baat kar raha hai? Raj Thackeray kaisa kaam karwa raha hai tumse. Ye kaam to Bihariyon ka hai. Pata nahi hai kya? Bolo Raj Thakeray ko tum ko accha kaam dene ko.”

The boy didn’t reply. Maybe he didn’t care.

The signal turned green.

Hatred festered.

Facebook-ed

Oh what’s this Facebook?

I am on Orkut already. Who needs Facebook.

Ok what the heck, another social networking site. Let’s make an account. No harm done.

Oh, what’s this HOMEPAGE?

Who wants to know what everybody else is doing.

Ok maybe it’s not such a bad idea.

Ohhhhh…. Nice.

Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha… that was a funny video.

Ok dude so you went to Goa. Am I really going to see 139 pictures of you in your ganji?

She’s in a relationship? With HIM? Women have NO choice these days.

Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Sidin Vadukut is so funny. But his book is lousy.

So how exactly does he operate in an open relationship?

Wow! Manchester United won another game. Now the fans will like each other’s status messages and kill every other team in the league. These guys are so cool.

Like. Like. Like. Like. Like. Like. Like. Like. Like. Like. Like. Like. Like. Like. Like.

(After looking up the cute chick in office on Facebook) Oh, she has a boyfriend. As usual.

Facebook chat sucks. Seriously dude. Nowhere close to Gtalk.

25 people liked ‘I used to talk near the table fan to hear my robot voice.’ Oh so you’re a retard and you’re not alone and you’re showing that off? Nicely done.

The fatass of my class went to the US. For studies. On a grant. Oh.

Why do all these oldies type with the Caps Lock key on?

My dad and mom are on Facebook. Oh shit oh shit oh shit. Hide the albums. Change relationship status to ‘Single’.

Oh, he got married. Must like and must comment on the relationship status change. Half the people don’t mean it anyways.

Oh, nice status message. Must like. At least.

Yes dude, we can see you’re holding the camera and clicking a self-picture. Poser!

To be continued...