Lost in Translation (2009)

I have a headache. There are two reasons for that. One is sitting outside in the living room and the other right in front of me right now in my room.

I have two loud roommates. Let me rephrase. I have two loud Gujarati roommates. One of them, the one I share my room with, is a very nice girl. We gel well together. But then she goes ahead and does something every night that makes me want to commit a murder or two. Every night, she talks with her mom back in India on Google Talk. And she is loud. Very loud. So I have no choice but to listen to the one way conversation in Gujarati.

The other one, who lives in the living room, has a voice tone that just grates on one's nerves. The kind that makes me want to bang my head on the wall until I pass out just so I don't have to listen to it anymore.

I can't even go out to escape this dual torture. It has been raining all week and, according to the forecast, will be raining next week too. So I just have to sit in the apartment, grind my teeth and listen to the constant barrage of 'aitlay, aitlay' and 'ae chhay, oh chhay' and what not.

There is no escape. :(