Friday, October 3, 2008

Red...

Being born blessed with the endowment of infuriating and irritating people is a curse for some. Existence as the epitome of evoking annoyance on others seems inconspicuous for them. Scorning at them muttering something in the lines of 'Son of a bitch' inwardly does not really help. Neither to communicate the ire nor for self-satiation. One unfeignedly attempts to brush it aside as a likely sequence of event life poses, yet ends up writing a blogpost. For this is the best vent. A pressure valve.

Relief.

5 comments:

adi said...

yaaru adhu? some dog(metaphorically or otherwise)?

Arun Sundar said...

Adi,
Yaa thats why I said 'Son of a bitch'. Dog only.

The Victorious said...

One thing that I hate the most about abusive words is that it is always directed at women in general and not men.

Even in this case, you want to call that person a S.o.B, unnecessarily dragging his mother. I know this is too much of an analysis, but just think of it for a while. It is not good.

btw-pudu blog. :)

Ela said...

inna? sandaya yaar kudavathu?!

-=A.R.N.=- said...

Woah...take it easy bro...