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Sep 09, '09






Here's a teaser
for those who care.
Just think a little.
Don't just stare!!

Hilarious he can be
without even a try.
An ITEM he's called,
   he claims, on the sly!

Hasn't written a blog
for nearly two years.
On weekends he visits
    always brings cheer!

OH, but cunning he is
tricky is his vibe.
His "me" for an "I"
  butters up his jibes!

Dark blue is his Zone.
A cartoon his pic.
A pipe on his face,
  since forever fixed?

Sometimes I wish
a li'l serious he'd be
for beneath hides a man
    much wiser than we.

Guess who??


(update)
he twists & turns
words clear as crystal!
A lesson he'll learn,
    where's the pistol?









Aug 29, '09



Thank you Painterofbeauty for passing on this lovely torch to me. Yes, i had a feeling this would happen back when Solarflare spoke of a handbag. Too bad you didn't know i was fireproof. Straight to business.



There is this very special person i've always wanted to write about. Back when we read her first blog, i think we all knew we'd stumbled onto a writing superstar.

She joined Fropper on the 11th of February, 2008.

She first took us to the lovely Goan beach with her, served us tea, those crisp glucose biscuits & brought along Biscuit Baba into our lives. We've laughed with him, at him & were enchanted, not to forget the pearls of wisdom thrown at us in between those moments of reckless fun. And it wasn't just her wit & sense of humor.

She's one of those rare, genuinely concerned individuals. She had started the Concerned Indians group after the Mumbai attacks in November last year & arranged for us all to send a petition online to the EC. But the poor response from fellow members probably broke her heart, at least that was what i sensed at the time.

Her blog Dark Dawn is my personal favorite but then her Women's Day blog Celebrating Women is one I'd never ever forget too so i think it should be illegal to pick a favorite blog when it comes to our Queen Cat.

She's met many Fropper members & had a blast with them, shared her experiences with the rest of us, where she's loved each of them & loved only.

She was the only one i could think of when it came to something like this chain which was to connect everyone here in Fropper. Her dignity & that priceless virtue of overlooking differences of opinion(i need to imbibe that), her kindness, understanding, that unshakeable confidence in doing what she does best - being herself. Manisha is the best torch bearer, if you ask me.

She's not active on Fropper these days, but i sincerely hope she takes a little time out to add the next name to the chain for us & guide us poor, lost, miserable souls. Guys, giver her Zone a hit & scrap her to pay us a little attention. It's been such a long time.. WE NEED HER TO WRITE.

Manisha, it's an honor to read & know someone like you.
lots of love & best wishes always,
Asylum








Jul 08, '09




[note: long, boring lecture about a movie i'd seen. do not read/comment if you haven't seen it coz you'd be lost & then i'll want to get lost.]



Meryl Streep plays a stoic, ass kicking nun??? This I must see, I had thought. From the little of the previews that I had seen I figured the movie Doubt was about how decades ago, a group of nuns brilliantly investigated and caught a priest who was sexually abusing altar boys. Would be no easy task considering the patriarchal, secretive & dismissive nature of the Catholic Church. Anything that might tarnish its image would be swept under the carpet. I thought it would be fun to see how the ladies got around to it. A cool chick flick? Nuns vs. a priest? Motherly figures vs. a pedophile? Good vs. evil? Simple & inspiring?

Nope.

Major eeks.

I had it all wrong. In fact I was nowhere near the actual plotline and I am glad. Doubt is basically about doubt. Duh. About how sometimes what we consider to be the truth might just be anything but. We tend to cling to what we need to believe in order to be on the safer side. That's not wrong really but when we act on those deceptive intuitions, convince ourselves our doubts are as good as evidence, we might turn into the evil ones. Like in that horror movie Atonement. Okay, that was anything but a horror flick but if you've seen it you just might know what I meant.

Anyway.

Streep plays Sister Aloysius, the school principal. She's an orthodox disciplinarian, all the children are terrified of her; she does mean well however. She's super sharp & skeptical about everyone & probably over-analyzes each and every tiny little thing that goes on in her school. In the initial scenes, I easily became her fan because with people like her around, nothing bad can ever happen to your child.

She listens to Father Flynn's Sunday sermons with extra care, him having been recently transferred into their parish school & being someone who is lenient & broadminded. She finds that difficult to understand because the way she sees it, as a priest, he needs to show his authority and follow tradition & not be any other way. Why was he transferred? And why is he like that? That's what Sister Aloysius was seeking to know.

And then one day an incident occurs, we don't get to see what really happens but its gentle ripples are strong enough to steer all the main characters into overdrive. It involves a rather new boy in school who is also the only black student & one of the altar boys. The incident is reported to the principal by Sister James who is this young, naive nun who teaches the 8th grade. She's like the sweetest angel, sees everyone through rose-colored glasses & takes everything she's told to be the whole truth. Cute, huh? Initially, she totally drove me up the wall with her incredibly annoying innocence & cheerfulness. Later, I had to change my mind.

I won't say more because it's saner seen than typed.

The movie isn't about whether Father Flynn is guilty or not. That's not for us to decide or judge. Because we weren't there, we can't possibly know & as uncomfortable as that makes us- to not have an answer- the need to accept that, sometimes, we will just never know for sure, remains.(can't help but remember Michael Jackson here) The movie is about perceptions. How our experiences, interactions with people in our past and our present, and our current emotional states affect the way we think, color the way we see the world.

Straying from that thought, I imagine that's probably why authorities fumble, why the law can screw up, why circumstantial evidence could incriminate the innocent, while in a similar way, the guilty can get away. Our abilities to doubt, to imagine all that did not happen directly in front of us, our ability to preconceive & then to be confident about those conclusions- are most fascinating and most destructive at the same time.

Sister Aloysius is hardheaded, even though she has nothing concrete to suggest the priest is guilty, she is totally convinced that he is. She may be right, we won't know, there are subtle moments throughout the film which could work both ways. She may be wrong too, and that's what gnaws. There's this confrontation scene which is rather painful to watch, more like a badgering session between the priest & the principal. This scene clearly shows how dialogue could prove worthless when you are dealing with people who have already made up their minds. Also reflects on how diplomatic relations easily fail, for example, how impossible it might be for Islamic nations to consider Western countries as friends & vice versa. When an opinion has been fixed, no amount of reasoning works. Even the truth becomes weak & utterly useless.

There are also noticeable changes in Sister James' behavior no thanks to Sister Aloysius. She grows tougher on her students & there's a hint that, eventually, she might become more like her superior. This is when I wanted Sister James to just be herself again because she's symbolic of innocence & trust. It's sad to realize how they seem like weaknesses even though they are beautiful traits, and how one loses them as one grows older; how people wither, how minds close when society does them in. Maybe everyone was like her once upon a time, and some continue to be so.

The boy's mother is called to the principal's office in another awkward scene. Here it's a conflict between idealism & reality I think; and that maladies in society are so deeply entwined into our lives that solutions to problems will have negative effects. There is a price for justice, a price for making things right & since someone has to pay, there will always be victims. Authority felt coldest here, when it did not try to understand and feel for a mother's dilemma.

Finally, the movie leaves one inconclusive, dissatisfied with the facts, leaves one curious and concerned, with only questions that have no answers, and yet, you're left with empathy for all involved, there's no one you could hold in contempt, more importantly, there's no side you would wish to be on and no one you would consider unworthy of a second chance; all of which is, without a doubt, how we ought to feel when it comes to perceiving the rest of the world.









Jun 03, '09





Sunday. I was channel-surfing on television & happened to halt at ESPN, a channel I never watch. They were replaying the final moments of the Scripps U.S. National Spelling Bee, 2009 in Washington D.C. Never watched a spelling bee before & I just loved it! I loved knowing words that I didn't even know existed. Were they all from the English language? I guess so, but I am not really sure. If you saw some of those words, you wouldn't be too sure either.

Kids, about 12-13 years of age walked up towards the mic in the centre of this room. The word would be dictated, the meaning could be asked, so could the origin of the word & it's different pronunciations. The announcer would also use the word in a sentence if the child requested for it. Each time a child screwed up the spelling, they lost out on going to the next level.

The final moment boiled down to two contestants(actually there were three but i missed one's turn). All of them were brilliant & inspiring to watch. It was their last turn towards winning, that is if any one of them misspelt, the right speller would win the competition. If both misspelt or both got the words right then they'd both have to play again.

The 12 year old boy with glasses was clearly nervous as he walked toward the mic. The word was announced and it was obvious by the look of his face that he had never seen the word 'maecenus' before. He started reluctantly, after inquiring all that was available about the word, and began to spell- M Y C .. and so forth. He'd lost his chance.

The 13 year old girl from Kansas who walked up toward the mic next looked very familiar to me. It was like she had with her a little bit of everyone I'd ever known and seen, a face from a billion faces, a glimpse from every memory. You could mistake that modest smile for nervousness but it was only because she knew that if she got this word right, she would win. As the word was dictated, that smile remained unfazed. 'Laodicean' was her word. She asked the announcer all that could be asked, and then traced the word with her right index finger on her left palm; visualizing it. She finally spelt it, perfectly.

I couldn't help but wander. We live in a chaotic world where there's more crap happening than sense. Where our own kind grows up to hate our own. Our own are thrown out of their homes, their livelihoods taken away, our own are mindlessly punished for being different, threatened into changing to what they are not, forced into giving up something that is theirs, constantly terrorized into conceding defeat. All of this carried out by no one else but some of our misled own.

Her father couldn't hold himself back as he hurriedly walked over to embrace Kavya, her mother soon followed. The smile remained on the girl's now radiant face as tears joined in the celebration. The champion's trophy was handed out and she was asked to raise it high enough; so high that all the unclouded rays in that room could catch a view of what she was holding on to.
Kavya Shivashankar, congrats!








Apr 26, '09




if you find someone's joke really stupid & let them know so..

a guy is going to tell you that you are gender biased.
a lady is going to tell you that you're gender biased in a warped way.
someone who thinks they are a smartass is going to say you couldn't get it coz you're a dumbass.
someone who thinks that they are a dumbass is going to say that you're a smartass with an ego problem.
a young person will tell you that you're being condescending.
an older person will tell you that you're being disrespectful.
a fair/dark person will believe you are being racist.
a goodlooking person will assume you're jealous.
a not-so-goodlooking person will be convinced that you're superficial.
a hardcore Muslim might think that it has something to do with 9/11 and/or 26/11.
a hardcore Hindu will think you're just another pseudosecularist.

but what about the joke??














Mar 27, '09




Dagny's game.

Thinker's aim.

Inspired by Sonikudiji's post which was short & sweet.

I..
1. am still learning.
2. am a private person.
3. love the people i've known at fropper.(i'd make a list but then i'd have to elaborate & it would be another blog topic)
4. believe in seeking solutions, not in complaining.
5. believe in the road ahead, not the past.
6. forgive easily. never forget.
7. love my space.
8. respect others' space.
9. love tea. am a tea addict!
10. am a non-vegetarian.
11. love debates, coz they bring out the best & worst in people.
12. love people who care enough to see another's pov, are perceptive, sensitive for the world & not only for/about themselves.
13. admire people who know when not to say whatever they want.
14. always wish i could learn how to play the piano.
15. love snacking.
16. don't take any alcoholic beverages other than red wine.
17. am not much of a talker, quite shy. make the worst conversationalist. sad! {okay FINE. fine. maybe shy isn't really it. guess something like, i'd much rather shut up than state what's SO bloody obvious that stating it would be an insult to all the more important things in life(like death, diseases, RTAs).}
18. am a good listener, can give my complete undivided attention if & when i'm needed to.
19. like reading but get impatient when too many words convey very little.
20. can never get angry. do get irritated or hurt but never angry. {but when my buttons've been pushed enough & for long, i will need to slaughter someone/something as a vent... or i'll just pretend they don't exist any more which should be worse for them, if you ask me, but probably is better.}
21. dislike people who raise their voices, are two-faced or abuse when defensive. weak!
22. believe that we, human beings aren't any more divine than mosquitoes.
23. and yet love, respect life, both mine & everyone else's.
24. hate going shopping unless i'm needed by family/friends for entertainment purposes.
25. and am quite the clown. but then you already knew that, didn't you?

Can't tag anyone, i think Saz's tagged each & every visible thing that has shown some signs of being alive in here.









Aug 05, '08



there'll be a day
when land shall lose the worth we feel for it today.
when international borders won't be necessary.
when there'll be no lines of control anywhere and for no one.
when names & identities will be replaced by psychological profiles.
when issues of race, gender, caste, religion, territory, customs will be outdated and insanely idiotic to even think about.
when accepting differences, sharing & giving up material possessions will come easy as rising consciousness of one's fragility & transiency will destroy one's shallowness.
when our main concerns will be a better future, not as in visible development but as in improvement in the quality of life, unbiased, universally.








Jun 13, '08



Yes people, Dagny went ahead and did it again. And this time the tag-blog-game has a questionnaire pattern which makes it simple and quick. Dagny tagged Saintnomuse who then tagged yours truly. Click their names to read their blogs.

The Naughty Tag (Game 1)
Answer 5 questions. Simple.

1. What is the first thing you notice about the opposite sex? Please no corny answers like his/her personality, we all know what we notice first.
The face! all that's in, on and near the face.


2. Who- of the opposite sex- would you want to be with if you were deserted on an island?
Josh
Holloway. I caught an episode of 'Lost' and made that decision then & there. His character is a good boy turned bad & blessed with biting wit. Ladies, you are in a deserted island and your view looks like THIS.

3. What turns you on about the opposite sex?
Spontaneity, sense of humor, his attitude & behavior with the rest of the world..


4. What turns you off?
Chatterboxes, inflexibility, pretentiousness...

5. Some Froppites have their real picture on the profile and some don't but just going by their blogs/ comments/ scraps who do you think is the hottest female (male bloggers answer this) and male blogger (female blogger answer this)?

Punit-soni
is obviously the hottest male blogger. One of his blogs had about 200 comments. Now that's really 'hot', in true Fropper style. But seriously, though he isn't much of a regular blogger, I'd say bakedalaska Visit and give his Zone a hit!!


Bookworm Tag (Game 2)
RULES (as stated by Dagny)
1. Grab the nearest book you have been reading. And yes, when I say BOOK… I do NOT mean Cosmopolitan… or Playboy… or even Playgirl magazines. I am asking for words… not pics…
2. Open page 123.
3. Find the fifth sentence.
4. Post the next three sentences.
5. Acknowledge the person who tagged you.
6. Add the rules.

My Book
I don't read books. Yes, I accept, i'm an insult to culture. Anyhow, in order to do what our Dagny has set as a rule, I'll quote three lines from RD. Sad but page 123's about the Mittal boy. I noticed the lines following the fifth sentence are unbelievably rancid for yo
ur comfort so I picked out something even worse.

Mittal paid £57
million for this three-storey house, which boasts a ballroom, a picture gallery, 12 bedrooms, Turkish baths and a jeweled swimming pool where the super-fit vegetarian swims lengths every morning. But, according to American billionaire Wilbur Ross, a close friend of Mittals, "There is nothing flashy about Mittal." Mittal doesn't have bodyguards and he doesn't show off.
(that was so dramatic i can only smile in grief!)

Since I don't know many people who do blog, I'll tag strangers!
1. Metubul! Lady, i know you're a charming poetess. But now it's time to get silly and play with the rest of the stunning aunties and handsome uncles on Fropper!

2. Shakosh! You won the let-down line contest, you deserve to be tagged! Besides, you've written just ONE lovely blog so far. Bewitch us again! Update- She was pressed for time and yet she played! Thanks Shakosh! Catch her post HERE!

2. Imunnabhai! I don't know you, you just sent me a strange scrap. So now you're tagged.

Hope you guys don't see it as a chore and enjoy playing the tag. Write your blog, send it to me and Dagny. Choose/tag three or more(b
ut in multiples of three) of your friends to play along.

If anyone feels like writing by themselves, go ahead play the game un-tagged, you have nothing to lose. Refer to Dagny's main blog for further details.







May 07, '08



I could not write a letter as Chandini as I've already told Dagny, but I thought I could help by sharing my insight and giving hope in my own negative, heartless way. Knowing this is a heartbreak-fiction-tag game i'm just wondering hypothetically so no offense intended. If you can't read long stuff, scroll down to the end of this post for a snappy one line summary. That cool or what? I believe a reality check is essential to deal with life's problems, it can worsen the pain and increase the bouts of crying but helps us accept facts and numb down. We'll even stay calm when Armageddon is declared.

I'm trying to read Chandini's boyfriend's mind so that we can crack his vault, literally. Could it be possible the guy realized Chandini wasn't 'the one' for him anymore? Is it possible Chandini unknowingly created a near hostile environment for him to tell the truth? And so the guy had to lie to get past her just to avoid the chaos, verbal combat, tears.. all that 'let's try to work things out, PLEASE!!' and the nearly abusive 'But why don't you feel the same way as before...why, WHY??'. I, for one, can imagine being terrified of that confrontation. As being with him was Chandini's reason to be happy, what if he began to feel that being without Chandini was his? It's easier to run away(and lie) sometimes than to have to explain yourself to someone you once had feelings for and tell them that you've stopped loving them. Some (disappearing)feelings don't have explanations. Some things can't be fixed. We just have to respect and deal with them as they are.

I understand that I do not know what all he's lied about so can't say much. If the lies are indeed grave, he could have one of those disturbing personality disorders. Now THAT would be fun.

The way I see broken relationships, each one of us is not always perfect and lovable from another person's view; contrary to what we'd love to presume. We're flawed, we can come across as annoying and obnoxious at some point no matter how good we think we are or are told we are in the initial stages. I am a faulty piece of evolution, you are, they are, she is and he is too, deny all you want; but it's nothing to get hysterical or concerned about- simple timeless reality. 'Perfect people' is a myth. Accept. Time changes thoughts, views, wants, needs. What's cute and interesting today is irritating tomorrow, what's profound today is crap tomorrow. Unless they really feel the need to compromise and settle, most people usually prefer constant change. And then if they want change AFTER settling down, well, we all know how that story goes. Ho hum.

Our love and loyalty may not be continually appreciated and reciprocated- people could grow bored and tired of us(some quicker than others, some never)- that must not shock us or wither us away or make us feel worthless; it's a universal reality that sucks and a reality we choose not to see but a reality nonetheless! Accept it, deal with the truth. Do note that I've been generalizing because we're speaking of broken relationships where one party was clueless and still head over heels while the other was all set for a Houdini. Dicey!

The only reason Chandini is still dwelling in and analyzing her over and done with relationship is because she can't accept that the man she loved did not respect her enough to tell her the truth. He lied and was the least bit bothered about what she thought, he didn't even care to explain his lies which only means that he didn't value her at all. The only truth and only conclusion is that she held NO place in his life. This has ripped her self worth apart and left her bewildered. It would do the same to any one of us. We need to deal with the truth of the ordeal instead of only trying to find tips on growing smarter and oh-it's-his-loss. Yes, it is his loss but it's Chandini's loss too. She needs to respect herself again and for that she needs to accept that she has been cheated and rejected. Everyone gets cheated and rejected dammit, it's not about being smart or perfect or psychic. Time and chance and people control us. One of those other realities that suck. Why must we be defensive and in denial when it comes to someone else's life decisions?

I felt that Chandini was being a doormat NOT because she believed his lies or was gullible or 'dumb' during their relationship. She is a doormat because she keeps blaming herself, she has convinced herself somehow that she is a 'victim' and is making changes within for the shortcomings of another human being. I just don't get what that's about? Why should Chandini feel guilty and correct herself because of what an ass did? Would Chandini have felt like a victorious, proud, powerful lady if he'd asked her to marry him and lived happily ever after? Is her worth as a human being and her individuality based on what her significant other decides/chooses/does/does not do? She should have been delighted she found out the truth and that it's over before he nominated himself for her life insurance and ..

For all of us, keeping the faith is important because we have to live and go on without being a super grouch. Unless we're comfortable being a grouch, in which case we don't need all this. But if you still want to be around people, be able to share and do people things; without having a third, fourth and fifty-fifth eye observing every potentially suspicious tic, bead of sweat and change in pupil size; then you need to relax, keep faith in yourself, in your sense of self worth and in your own strengths. Learn about yourself, know your weaknesses, find your faults, change or improve some aspect if you want and can. At the same time, make an effort to understand other people, their views, their feelings, wonder about what they want, try to feel their comfort/discomfort, respect their choices. In this process of gaining knowledge and improving your sensitivity towards others, brace yourself for another heartbreak. Be ready to say goodbye even when you don't want to. Now that's a positive way of being in a negative world.

Whatever the past/present/future be, Annu and Chandini need to know that what others evoke in them through praise, criticism, loyalty, respect, love, hate, indifference- is insignificant to their inherent state of well being and will only bring momentary surges in joy/grief. But what they feel about themselves- that's going to be the baseline of contentment in their life. The day she does know and respect herself- with her weaknesses and strengths, Chandini's attitude will be 'him? him who?' or will respond to Annu's crisis with a 'trash is as trash does, what's to ponder about?' with a smile and a wink! We won't feel the need to hang on to every bit of the sad episode that won't help our today. Sure her memory of him will hurt forever(and i believe it's very natural and healthy to cry) BUT she will not spare him the energy of much analytical thought. Letting go will gradually become a piece of the most delicious chocolate cake.(see after that shitload of agony aunt bull i had to end on a yummy note)

SUMMARY- So all I really wanted to say was that basically Chandini and Annu and their ex's are just a few of the gazillion mere mortals; mortals who will either screw or get screwed.








Aug 24, '07



Now that the blogs out here are picking up and the scene's looking healthier than it did about a month or two ago, I do not want to write any more because initially I had joined this place to read and occasionally comment on other people's ramblings. And honestly, thinking up something to write about, at random, can be quite hellish. But here's something I'd written a long while back but felt it insubstantial to post and way too lengthy, but decided to post it anyway..what the hell. Read if, like me, you have too much time and too little to do or pretend to be doing.

A little unusual, I thought, when I'd bumped into this idea in a blog, at another website quite some time back. It was a list of all the things the blogger hated. Yes, the infamous but therapeutic hate list. Most people do not like writing about what they dislike on the internet, since there could be unsparing, insensitive people reading up. And then things could get ugly, egos might wobble, programme codes could be written and sent, and as a result, computer hard disks could go to the dogs. But Fropper is safe I sense! It's not hate in the context of the hatred for our corrupt government officials or Ekta Kapoor or crimes or the potholes on the road or even a Emraan Hashmi. Those are too well acknowledged, serious and widely hated to even require a mention. I mean those odd things that are uniquely hated by you.

You might absolutely abhor Big B's overplayed voice but you can't really tell anyone because everyone is in love with him. Type it out here, let it go. Say, there are days when you feel that someone you know is the most dense and the foulest specimen of elephant turd you have ever been around. You can't share that fireball-like info with anyone (word could get around and lead to a long, undesired confrontation with that very same turd!) All that negative energy will build up and suffocate you someday. So let the feelings flow out here, we Fropper folks never tell.(We are too busy hitting, begging strangers to add us and thinking up emotionally-fulfilling, soul-soothing but mind-numbing essays(scraps) on how, why, who and what friendship's all about! busy! busy!) So honestly, we'll never tell!

If you hold in your annoyance, the eventual raging flight will follow wherein you vent it verbally and physically out on people and inanimate objects like your keyboard or mouse, the door, the telephone, the vase, the glass of water\liquor in your hand etc. This is not a sensible way of de-stressing. It does not speak well at all, of your sense of logic, common sense, wisdom and even of your mental development. Let us leave behind physical violence and loud, angry voices solely to the ignorant, wild jackasses who are sexually frustrated and hence retarded. You can't help it if you are one.

Writing down your negative feelings, on the other hand, is as good as going to a therapist and pouring your hearts filth out. It does help knowing that someone else, be it a stranger, is reading about the things that drive you up the wall. Though it won't help much if the comments you receive do not empathize and those choir-like, insincere but supportive comments won't really do you any good either. And sadly you won't exactly turn into this ray of puppy dog sunshine after making the list. But..

But there are some benefits. Like the next time something you hate which is already in your list, comes your way, you can feel good about yourself, knowing how perceptive and insightful you were to have included it. Even better, if you find something/someone new that boils your blood, you can get all excited that you have another point to throw in. Whatever you hate will bring you an odd kind of pleasure. Hating will turn into a good and positive thing to do. The more things you hate the longer your list, the longer the list the better you know yourself. The better you know yourself the less likely you are to whine on and on, all day long, and repel your near and dear ones by coming across as someone who urgently needs to gulp down a month's prescription of laxatives and sedatives together, in one shot. Your mood might improve, a bit maybe.(not very convincing?)

Oh I haven't started jotting down mine as yet, but believe me I will need to make one someday. There is something about making a list that puts me off. So much work! I hate work. There! I've started on the right foot. By the way, that list I'd read on that person's blog had some 1000 plus things. How happy can she ever be? Shocking and seems tedious but yours needn't be so. It just needs to be very specific, like don't tell us you hate your job or your boss, specify what is it exactly that you hate about them. It will help you realize whether your hatred is justified and hence you are to be glorified by Fropperites OR you are just an irritable and pompous piece of ..God?! (..that was close!). Do remember to creatively exaggerate each point for the amusement of the readers. A few examples (accompanied with vague advice for your list). I hate..
-Sidhu. the cricketer turned freakshow. The good news is you don't have to give any reason why you hate something\someone, for example, as in this case, my 'please-lose-your-vocal-cords-now' wrath is overwhelmingly dumbfounding for me to explain why I hate him! (what irony!)
-Shekar Suman thinking he still has a chance. Start with entertainment sleaze, it's always interesting.
-Lizard poop. Well poop from all sources is loathsome but this reptile believes my table is its potty. Oh yeah! there is just no place like home to start with your hate list, probably will be the longest part of the list for most folks- include your annoying, judgment passing, money borrowing, 100 questions in one second asking, rumor inventing relatives and acquaintances..but beware of family\real friends who know your Fropper life..unless that is what you want! A gas leak in hell.
-Those huge cockroaches that can fly..they are universally hated. I think spiders are more decent, they never fly and target you. Eww!
-Out here at Fropper (there must be something you hate about this heavenly abode, come on now.. grow up! get cranky!) I tend to dislike people who describe themselves as cute, sweet, simple, honest, fun loving, generous, affectionate, funny and interesting. I guess I feel the odds are they are just the reverse of the aforesaid.
General people stuff I hate..
-People who lie and then continue to lie even after they know that you know they are lying.(that bites!)
-People who can talk about their hair for more than five whole minutes. I know a dozen.
Unfortunately for me, 'conversations' is my favorite yuck-dom topic!
-Really long, twisted explanations to simple yes-or-no-answer questions. You might as well forget the point, the worth and the question itself. "Okaaaay! We shall look forward to your answer in the afterlife" That would include all those really long rants that are not entertaining, add nothing new, serve no one and could have been kindly made brief in a line or two.
(oh and..this post is NOT my rant okay.. how dare you!?)
-Failed attempts at conversations and the long silence in between deliberate attempts at conversing. Just plain horrible.Like in that song by James "Say something, say something ANYTHING! your silence is deafening!..give me a sign!"

I can't think up any more points. I guess I am just not a hater. I've a tendency to feed on and enjoy contempt(whatever that means) But hope you got the point and will be able to get right at it. Please do start with your list and send it to me when you are done. I love a good 'sulky' read.