True Example of being a Sexist, a hypocrite, and a Asshole

Sometimes you need to say a lot of things, but it is best to keep quite. Certain people just don't matter to you, but you are so angry at their inconsistency that you cannot keep quite. Sometimes I feel it's easier to write than to speak to them, because talking mostly turns out to be a never-ending argument, so you might as well just write and pour your heart out, and believe that the person has read it, and though hasn't responded, he exactly knows what you think about him and feel guilty inside.

Well, I have come across a lot of really bad people in my life. I have seen those people who don't respect women, plenty of them in-fact and those who exploit their employees, but I haven't come across someone who has annoyed me so much in the 21 years that I have lived.

It pains to see how a man, happily married, to a women who he choose to marry, can try and get close to his female employee. It pains to see how he talks about the rapes around the city with concern and then explains you how you should behave in 'media field' where flirting is almost harmless. It pains to see how he tries to pep talk with his employees to know exactly how close she is to her family and friends. It pains to see how when one of the females in his office comes with a swollen face and he easily assumes that she has been beaten up by her boyfriend. The mentality just makes me sick.You then try to confront, thinking, he is a human being too, he would understand if explained the discomfort, you and others in the office are facing, but he would just stop doing that with you, as you seemed stronger and a women who would raise her voice, but there were other vulnerable women around, he can very well carry on and spice up his life with them.

He expects you to be in the office well on time, but refuses to pay your salaries on time, ask why, and he has an answer financial issue, I have a treatment going on, and my wife is sick. And right before she giving birth to a kid you announce that your wife is 9 months pregnant. I'm being terribly mean when I put this down here, but he was so ashamed to announce the good news about his wife is pregnant, probably because this child was being given birth just so that he could satisfy his desire of having a male child. Yes, my anger here is getting personal, because when someone requested him to do the salary on time one particular month, due to some financial issues, he couldn't control his rude words and said, "no financial issues are big as mine, you aren't married yet, I'm sure you can manage"

I wasn't going to put this down here, but guess what, he just doesn't stop irritating the vulnerable people, who have already resigned and are happy in their lives. He would still send them some egoistic messages, and ruin their day, probably because he is drunk or he is still not over the fact that all his employees resigned together, and when he relieved them all in an hour, no-body felt even a bit of a regret. Probably this simple fact, will make him a better person, or maybe some people are assholes for life.

I won't care if I have to sit at home all my life, without a job in my hand. What I care about is this should reach him, and deep inside he should feel that anger for being what he is. Mr. Asshole, English language is sure a necessity, but let us first learn to form one simple sentence in English correctly, and then blame others on how you are unable to expand your business because those poor talented souls cannot to talk in English. Hypocrite. 

The words didn't betray her. That dream did.

It came as a feeling of joy. She couldn't believe it as happening right inside her mind. She could feel each word she was reading, and connecting so easily with the simple things the book talked about. It was as she was in conversation with the book. It was like the book asked her if she wanted it, and gave her exactly what she asked for. The plot shaped up just like she was imagining it to be. As she read one word and guessed the other in less than a second, she was right about each word that followed. It felt like both the book and she had some telepathic power. She seldom read books, given the fact how lazy reader she was. But every time she did, she knew where was the book heading, she exactly knew what will happen next. Maybe she picked me predictable books, but it gave her happiness. It gave her the feeling of a competition that she won almost all the time.

She would say, “I’m in love with you”, and before she completed her sentence, the book would say, “oh! How much do you love me? Every book she picked up, could talk to her, would become her best friend, or even a lover and could read her thoughts. She felt like she was the one writing the book. It never betrayed her.

Not until, one day she picked up a book, just out of desperation, she was missing someone to share her thoughts with for a long time. She hadn't got enough time to read, or rather complete a book. She had left several books half read, because there was no joy in predicting them, she thought. That day she picked up this book, and promised to herself that she will finish it, no matter what. She started to read from it, and soon the book gave her the joy she was longing for. As she reached the climax, she realized she was tired, and decided to sleep. As soon as she entered her dreams, she couldn't help dreaming about the book. Dreams in a way are so uncontrolled. It’s like you are in a state of trance, and you are tripping and falling, but not being able to control yourself. She dreamt about this book, taking an unexpected turn. She tried controlling it, but she just couldn't, so helpless she felt about everything. Next morning, she woke up quite early, out of desperation of completing the book. She started exactly from where she had left, it betrayed her. It did not went like she expected it to go. It went like it was in her dreams. She felt betrayed. She gave up. She gave up after two chapters.

Today, her friend gifted her the same book. Her friend was quite excited, and wanted her to finish it quickly so that they could discuss it. All these years she hadn't read any book, as she felt betrayed. Today as she opened this book again, as promised to her friend, she couldn't believe she was reading the same book. The joy she felt was similar, but it kept going as she was predicting it in her thoughts. It ended just like she expected it to. She was surprised. She had found that friend again. She had found her love again. It was the same old lover she had missed all this years, and she realized how wrong she was about it.

The words didn't betray her. That dream did.