Calcutta Bitches

For the same Marwari's NBFC deal, I am now hanging around in a village called Calcutta. I feel like someone has wrapped me like a mummy in a wet towel, safety pins and all. It's so humid, man. No wonder their brains are squeezed out. And these Calcutta-type girls actually think they are superior coz they have read 100-200 storybooks more than I have. What is with all this kahanee-kissas, all imaginary, written in difficult English and sold as some literature that brands you? What's with the arrogance? So OK I don't know Orwell wrote an essay on how to brew tea, or that Henry James wrote some story called An International Episode about two imaginary American dudes in England-will that deduct my bonus? Or won't Linklaters hire me if I write to them, begging for the Third World department work? Bitches. [ I am sorry to write so negatively. One Calcutta girl just made some rude remark to me when I said Calcutta has slow trams. She said Delhi-types have slow minds. And that Delhi doesn't have footpaths coz we don't have garages so all cars are heaped on the pavements and this should prima facie disqualify Delhi from being called a 'city'. Now I think I should have said why are you fighting, you are so pretty etc but at that time I just felt like slapping her four-five times.]