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Hobbies can bring the demon out in us. Even the most bindaas amongst us become perfectionists and obnoxious.

Since Bangalore's weather is generally awesome for growing plants I got a lot of flowering seeds and planted them. Now the trouble brewing on my horizon is the dumb caretaker who is supposed to water my plants, he is old and lazy. He doesn't let me water my plants and conveniently forgets to do it himself.

And I get so freaking mad. This evening I stepped out and saw all my plants drooping. It was close to dusk and that bag of bones with nothing to do all day but sleep had once again forgotten to water the garden.

The buds of Hibiscus had shriveled and died within one day of not watering and other plants looked half dead. The soil was dry and hard.

I felt miserable and angry at the same time. The poor plants were dying and that dude couldn't get himself away from the t.v and his bed!

As I began to water the plants the guy came running- Bhabi, why are you watering the plants? Let me do it.

He tried to grab the pipe.

I tried to rein in my temper; not only is the man foolish but also senile and double my age. I couldn't scold him over my plants but I was blooming mad. My seeds need to be watered everyday for the shoots to come but the dumb fellow obviously doesn't care.

For him its a chore but for me its a passionate hobby and I seem to be raising my blood pressure over something that is supposed to be therapeutic.