I was tagged

I was tagged by ZillionBig to do this one.

I am supposed to list a few things that annoy me. To be honest, I am not overly fond of tags. I fail to understand why some people would spend some of their precious time reading about what turns me on or puts me off. Moreover, a lot of our blogger friends have recently posted on the same topic, so things are getting a bit boring. But since I promised him to do the tag, here are some of my pet peeves. But there's a twist. Instead of doing a tag on things that annoy me, I decided to do one on people who, at times, bug the hell out of me.

1. Those who are never on time. (Read elder daughter.) People who are never on time for anything irritate me. My daughter feels the sun rises when she gets up and school starts when she reaches there. Every morning there are some shouting matches in the house but lessons in punctuality are yet to be learnt. The madder I get, the more unhurried she becomes.

2. People who are good in mathematics. Those (read husband) who have been born with the ability to understand this dreadful subject annoy me senseless. Not just that, they also love to show off their talent even in their sleep. The other day, just before my daughter's exam, I had to nudge my husband awake to solve a rather complicated problem. He mumbled the answer and the process without opening his eyes. It was annoying as hell. As a punishment, I have decided never to talk to him again while he is sleeping. The silent treatment will serve him well.

3. People who think food equals love. (Read mother-in-law.) Those who go to the house of a diabetic with a box of sweets or insist on feeding some fried stuff to heart patients bug me. I have never understood how feeding the wrong kind of food to the people you supposedly care for, express your love. And if you go to some one's house with apples instead of gulabjamun, does that mean you love that person less?

4. People who thrive in clutter (Read mother.) As a child I was always cleaning up after my mother. Fold a Saree here. Pick up the book there. Straighten up the wardrobe. And now as a mother, I am doing the same thing. Some jobs never change. My mother claimed she could not function in an organized household. As if I believed that. She simply knew she had a daughter who cleaned up rather well. Extremely, extremely annoying.

5. Men, rather boys, (read brother) who think dangling smelly socks and sweaty shirts under noses, practising karate chops on unsuspecting bodies and pulling braided hair show heartfelt love for their sisters. The gullible, adoring, hero worshipping sisters, (read me) also have to deal with horrid pranks, merciless teasing and blackmail threats. (If you tell mom I smoked, I will tell her you were making naughty eyes at that boy.) So annoying. Ask me. Had to deal with that till he left home. I am on my knees right now offering thanks for that big mercy.

6. People, ( read me) who lose their temper at the drop of a hat. You are always on tenterhooks around them. You never know when Mt. Etna will decide to erupt. So after a rather fierce eruption, daughters are in tears, husband is in the ice-cream parlour and I am watching an Ekta Kapoor serial. How annoying do you think that is? And don't you even dare laugh at this folks. People who laugh at my anger top my annoyance chart.


And finally, number 7.


Those people (read you) who come to my blog, read it quietly and leave without any comments. I hate it. Honey, I have eyes. and I have FEEDJIT. I am not so bad at math that I can not calculate. The number of people visiting my blog and the number of comments I get do not tally. So Lexington -Kentucky, Patna- Bihar and London- U.K. , stop bugging me further, okay?

Ufff. Now that I have finally got all that load off my chest, I can look forward to some interesting reading. So I am passing on this rather annoying tag virus to my blog buddies

SJ , because she is a superwoman and I would like to know what annoys her. Purnima, because she has a rather whacky sense of humour and she will make this one really interesting. Meira, because I loved the post she did on her Mangalsutra. And lastly to my daughter Ishita because she wanted to do this one. And because she writes rather well. And if you (read those of you I haven't tagged) want to take this up, please feel free. I guess there is always some space in our lives for some more annoyance.