It’s rather late in the night here, and I am tired. Tired of some things. Quite a few maybe. Maybe it’s the weather, maybe it’s my aching legs, maybe it’s me growing old(er).

So, I’m tired of:

Foreign holiday pictures on Facebook. Thanks to them, I don’t feel like going on a single one anymore. The sights could make me sick.

Baby photographs on Facebook. Yes, you have one (or two, maybe more in future). Congratulations. Yes, I know your world revolves around it (them). Mine does not.

SMSes, emails, online chats written in gibberish. I have painstakingly learnt English, and would like to remember what I have.

People looking more at their phones than at their food, or the people they are with, while out for lunch or dinner with friends they apparently want to catch up with.

People clicking photographs everywhere on their phones to post in cyberspace. No, I don’t want to be in it. No, I don’t want to be tagged. Yes, I am weird.

Permanently glued-in earphones. They are downright rude. They say, “I care a fuck if you would like to ask me something, or even call me for something that needs to be done.” They say, “You are not important enough for me to listen to. Find someone else.”

Strident, “radical”, but blank-as-a-slate ignorant, opinions.

People with digital SLRs, and no clue as to what to do with them, apart from hang them around their necks. Oh, and they discuss photography too.

People in Calcutta trashing Calcutta. Calcuttans outside Calcutta trashing Calcutta. For the first category: Come, live and work (not holiday) in Bombay (or Delhi, or Bangalore); you’ll find LOTS to love about your hometown. For the second: Living perfect lives, in perfect cities, are we?

Discussions, sermons, articles, photographs and hours (days) of TV programmes on food. There is a thin line between the love of good food, and gluttony. The first is a matter of taste, the second a sin.

Women (and some men) bragging about the number of shoes they have. Since when did spending ridiculous amounts of money on things you definitely don't need become a virtue? Or is being idiotic the new posh?

Television. Even when I don’t have one.

Ranbir Kapoor. The man is ugly, and has enough expressions to count on the fingers of one hand.

(That is enough. For now.)