What is your question? Someone asked me a few days ago. I’ve been asked a lot and so far, there’s no chance to respond correctly.
Do you have a minute? I said.
Yes, of course, he said.
OK, I’ll tell you what my problem is.
My problem is that when you say sorry, you are not saying it. My problem is that you don’t know how to forgive. My problem is that you don’t admit what is good, but you’ll find fault soon. My problem is that you think it’s OK not to reply to emails, messages or phone calls. My problem is that you think the boundaries only apply to you. My problem is that when you are just sensitive, you think you are sensitive.
My problem is that you think it’s good to be late. My problem is that you think the world owes you something when the debt should be written off. My problem is that you don’t have a sense of humor. My problem is you think you do that. My problem is that you think your child is special. And think that the world should think so.
My problem is that you treat the driver severely. My problem is that you make the boss treat you badly. My problem is that you don’t like women. My problem is that you discuss them endlessly with other men. My problem is that when your spouse is nearby, you behave differently. My problem is that “fitness” is your verb.
My problem is, you think being a businessman, a lawyer or a technician is beyond humanity. My problem is you don’t think there are rules on social media. My problem is, when you like to exclude people, you think you actually like the group. My problem is you think Telugu, Bengali, Jewish or Nigerian are not good. My problem is you think only Telugu, Bengali, Jewish or Nigerian are good.
My problem is that you will never change. My problem is that you keep changing. My question is that you are going to do one or the other, depending on which you are more convenient for you. My problem is that you can tell quickly. My problem is that you are a bad judge.
My problem is that you are a bully, like all bullies, cowards. My problem is that you turn to clichés at the corner. My problem is that you use the word “masculine” to remove people’s feelings. My question is you need it. Like all those in need, withholding. My problem is that you can accept that it is not yours. My problem is that you think yours is yours alone. My problem is that you will never give spontaneously.
My problem is that you don’t like dogs. My problem is that you think the dry leaves in the yard mean you cut down the trees. My problem is that you are superstitious and indulgent when you think of yourself as a combination of tradition and modernity.
My problem is that when you get off at a place of worship, you let the driver stop in the middle of the road. My problem is that you think having some photos of God is your DP that makes you spiritual.
My problem is you don’t call your watchman in his name. My problem is that you are a poor dump truck. My question is that you talk about sharing at real estate and social gatherings. My problem is that when you decide which chicken tikka you want, you will have the waiter holding the heavy tray waiting for a heavy tray. My problem is that you pretend you like single malt. My question is that you said “I was in the sixth grade” even though you studied at the Maha Chandrika admissions school.
My problem is that your eyes are not flashing. My problem is that you don’t have gravity.
My problem is that your only friend is your school friend. My problem is that you don’t read it. My problem is that you read only forward. My problem is that you are full of emotions. My problem is that you don’t feel it.
My problem is that you left this country and called yourself a patriot. My problem is that you call yourself a patriot and don’t know the third line of “Jana Gana Mana”. My problem is that you call yourself a patriot, know “Jana Gana Mana” in your heart, but hate your neighbors.
My problem is that you can’t educate. My problem is that I can’t learn anything from you.
My problem is, you’ll see it as a rant.
My problem is you think I’m a problematic person.
