So what’s the Outrage of the Day?
Does any of you have this regular guy in your morning routine who starts off your day wishing you a good morning every single day before ruining it for you by detailing why it really isn’t a good morning? Well, lucky you, if you answered in the negative. I have this crabby colleague I travel to office with, who is perpetually pissed with everything and everyone every-single- damn-day. Nothing, absolutely nothing pleases him- be it the crisp morning air which is to him a grim reminder of the office drudgery to follow or the cheerful Safai worker who very courteously nods at us day after day (reminding him of freeloaders in his society who don’t pay up society maintenance charges leading to inefficient garbage disposal which is the root cause of this city becoming un-livable) or my desperate humorous attempts at steering away from conversations that can trigger off any of the above! As per him, potholes are meant to be repaired by none less than the Prime Minister himself (si