Accident

Friday – 08 Ramazan 1428 – 30 Bhadra 1929 – 21 September 2007

So today turned out to be a very active day. As opposed to how I like my days.  I always want a bit of sanity and I also want that when I get home I can relax after work. That is the least that someone can expect after they bust their ass at work from 9 am to 9 pm on a daily basis six days a week with Sundays off. But then again, it seems that everyone in my family has a different idea of fun and being active.

To start off with, the cook. Ok, he moves so fast, and works in such a frazzled way that I get scared of him. And I mean scared. His hands move at such a fast pace that I feel as if there are phobias growing inside of me. And, today, due to this very reason, this uncontrollable haste, he dropped a frying pan full of bubbling oil on his foot. His foot gets burned and he has to be taken to the hospital.

We go to the South City hospital. A good hospital otherwise. But, we have an injured/burned guy sitting in the waiting area and we are being told that since this hospital does not have an Emergency Room they cannot attend to the patient. Now, what in fuck’s name is the use of having a fucking hospital in the middle of the fucking city if a patient is dying on the extremely  expensive leather chairs in the waiting lounge because the fucking building says hospital and the guy who was in an accident thinks he might save his fucking life by going to this moron dungeon. If you dont have a fucking place where morons when they are about to die come in to get treated do not fucking put up a hospital sign on your front fucking door. Stupid capitalist heartless asshole fucks. Hippocrates is dead.

So, we went to another hospital. By this time my cook is an agony. It was Ziauddin hospital, which was actually a hospital. He was taken for treatment. So, I had to get all the medicine and all so they could bind the wound and all. I get the stuff and then ask the guy to charge it on my credit card. I am told that they do not take credit card payments for less than 200 rupees.  So, I told him that I dont have cash so we cannot treat the guy. There was an argument, I even told him to charge me 200 rupees and just gimme the stuff I wanted, the rest was for the procedure, he didnt do that either. I had to buy things for 200 rupees. But then, he told me that I can always pay later and there is no need for me to keep arguing that I must pay him by my Credit Card right then. Moron, he made it seem as if I was arguing with him when it was him arguing with me. I mean, fuck! I hate manipulative people.

In the middle of this, I had to go pick up my sister. My two other sisters and my mother called me twice each to tell me this within a 10 minute period. I was supposed to pick her up at 8. But they told me 7:30, it was 7:15. So, I rushed out of the hospital to pick her up. I got two phone calls within the next 10 minutes. I got very rushed and frazzled. I had an accident. There was a dog running on the road, the guy in front of my screeched to a stop and I hit him. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. And in the next 10 minutes on my way to pick up my sister I got two other phone calls reminding me to pick her up. When I got there she sat in the car to leave and was so pissed. I asked her why and she said she had gotten 10 calls from everyone telling her that I will pick her up so she should hurry up. This is 7:35. Dinner had been served 2 mins ago and the party was over at 8. She was so angry, and so was I. There were 2 more phone calls to confirm if I had picked her up. I shashed my mobile on the car’s dashboard. It is still working thankfully. But, I fucking hate stupid fucking women. I think men should be allowed to beat up women if they are so fucking stupid that they dont fucking realize that you are not supposed to fucking call people more than 2 fucking times in an hour.

Things were ok till then. Despite dealing with moronic hospital staff, evil dispensary guys and fucking irrtating family members I was in a good mood. Then I had a fight with my fiance. Since this section involves two people, I dont know if this is right or this is just my biased opinion. Since my fiance lives in a different city, I think she wants us to talk on the phone for at least 2 hours on a daily basis. Impossible for me due to work, but I manage. Today we had some guests over. So, I just SMSd her that I wont be able to talk to her and she should go to sleep. Then she sent messages like, I wanna talk to you for 2 mins and stuff. And I was so so so irritated. I mean, she can call me, she doesnt have to play games. Khair, all in all, we had a huge fight. And now I hate women more.

So, moral of the story is, you cant change people. If people want to relax after work. Let them. If they are doing something already. Do not fucking call them ten fucking times within an hour to do the same thing. And lastly, please dont fucking expect your fiance to call you for two hours on a daily basis. He is a guy and we just dont fucking do that. Otherwise you can just become a lesbian and share your fucking feelings all day long. If you want a fucking penis then dont go around looking for a pussy. Good God. I need to shut up.

PS – Sorry guys, too much venom, dont mean most of it, use my blog for catharsis. Dont think about this again. I dont want more cases of psychosis due to my blog ;)

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5 Comments»

  PsycheD wrote @

what;s ur number??? :P

lol@ 2hours daily quota. hate to say it dude…but that;s part of the parcel! we women do expect to yak nonsense with our guys every fucking day! n they just dont fucking understand this menial womenly need! what the fuck! sheeeshhhhhh! its contagious!! :P

have a gr8 wknd dude!

  MB wrote @

mmmmmmmmm

  jalaluddin wrote @

Lolz! And the worst part is that I KNOW THIS! Just that it is hard to get through it.

  naznean wrote @

lol … I really should’nt be laughing here but..honestly I was having a crap day today, came across your post and and brought a big smile on my face..talk about amusing….

  PsycheD wrote @

ahan…hard to get thru coz its the wrong person involved?


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