My Obsession

 

Mom tells me, dad used to play a lot of English songs when i was in her. She said he had 4 huge black speakers each of the size of a 4yr old kid

Do i believe it?

Yes i do, cause i still see them lying dead in our store next to the garage.

The question is, is that the reason why I'm so obsessed with English.

I remember some guy saying, English men are far better compared to the people around him. He said they are smart, efficient, cultured, white... Blah blah blah

For the record, I'm not with this guy and who knows what people think about people.

Back to me, i know that I'm not good at speaking, but, there is this hatred which kicks in every time one uses juggled English. (they convert their tongue to English). I consider it as the worst part about my obsession.

Does it make sense?

Well, ya... to some extent,

Do i hate them?

Of course not... But what they say keeps irritating me, so bad that I can't stand listening to them.

Let me try explaining.

Just think of a situation where someone sings your favourite song in the worst way possible. You might feel the once flown smooth current has now turned into a thrushing muddy sand stream.

You won't keep looking at it, I won't too.

I wish to go see the clear waters, i wanna swim in it. 

Mom laughs cause she caught me talking to myself.