First things first - Namaskar readers! What’s up? Que pasa? How do you do? Comment allez-vous? Usually, when I see a new post on English Matters, I am all ears. Precise language is important. Talk to me about the ravages of business-speak and I’m like, you’re telling me? You can certainly say that again, man – I hear you, sister! But, when I read this mini-rant above, I thought to myself, are you kidding me? Jeez, hold your horses, lady - get a grip! Here you are writing Hinglish and then railing about how those other people cannot manage the Queen’s language? Couldn’t bite the bullet and clean up your own writing before publishing it? You know, you can’t have your cake and eat it too. If this is all you bring to the table, you’re barking up the wrong tree. Yeah, yeah, I know that’s mixing metaphors, but I’m only human. I’m sure you know what I mean. I saw it with ‘my own’ eyes – otherwise, to be honest, I wouldn’t have believed that this sort of smug superciliousness was even possible. But I guess it is what it is. I’ve had enough. I’m getting the hell out of here. This is my only choice. Are you coming, or what? And you, Sonal K, take care of your personal belongings - you might start with your pet peeves. PS: This post is a joke. No offense, express or implied, is directed at Ms. Karla or anyone else. I do get carried away with my sense of humor - so-called - sometimes; couldn't resist, not this time. And besides, I have been known to have my very own pet peeves.