The document expresses hatred for pretentious and artificial social conventions. The author dislikes extravagant parties, fancy restaurants, wealthy businessmen, and insincere social interactions. He prefers simple, genuine experiences like speaking in his native language, walking on nature paths, and using traditional medicinal plants rather than modern consumer products. The author concludes that he hates all forms of pretentious behavior and is a man of no formality who appreciates sincerity and naturalness.

1. NO FORMALITY
I hated flamboyant parties; strident and sleazy music diffusing from the
contemporary discotheque,
I hated drinking mineral water in scintillating glasses of silver; sighting my reflection
in polished exteriors of the same,
I hated swanky cars transporting me at whizzing speeds; embellished attendants
spuriously smiling; inviting me to enter the same,
I hated glittering restaurants adorned with a festoon of lights; waiters making their
clients laugh; just for the sake of being showered with exorbitant tips,
I hated the overwhelmingly scented businessman; whose ideals infact smelt more
than the most rotten stack of sewage,
I hated the word thank you; when the person uttering it actually had intentions of
killing you; profoundly lurking in his eyes,
I hated masticating my food infinite times before gulping; an armory of intricate
knives and oval shaped spoons laid meticulously on the table,
I hated it when someone welcomed me with a myriad of garlands and golden coins;
ordered a battalion of attendants to fan me; at every step I took,
I hated going up the hill in shimmering escalators; when infact the meandering
pathways would drown me into a state of mystical enchantment,
I hated sitting in the air-conditioned room; with scores of commercial delegates
blowing ostentatious wisps of smoke; obnoxiously into thin air,
I hated shaking hands without any sense; as a stream of visitors kept barging in
the colony all day,
I hated speaking baselessly and in deliberate slang; when infact the rustic language of
my country was splendidly enough to express my feelings; put me in unprecedented
ease at all times,
I hated nibbling tangy gum and acting snobbish; youngsters who blew their fathers
money; without the slightest of contemplation and hesitancy,
I hated the conventional ways of marriage with people from distant countries
thronging in; when infact the hearts of those tying the thread were poles apart,

2. I hated the toothbrush with an ensemble of curves and spongy rubber; when infact I
had the medicinal branches of the blossoming Neem tree; to clean my teeth and
my cheeks,
I hated individuals who praised me; escalated me to the pinnacle of Everest with their
flattery; when infact there was a river of prejudice flowing in their flesh everywhere;
instead of crimson blood,
I hated the priests who propagated only their respective religions; when infact God
was omnipresent; and resided in every heart and soul,
I hated all those parents who spoke to their children in English instead of their own
indigenous languages; just because it was prevalent like wild fire all over the globe,
I hated artificial sweetener added to juice; when infact its original flavor was
incredulously ravishing to sip and relish,
Well until now I presume; you must have already understood what sort of a person
was I; and for those of you who have not; let me tell you; that I was a man who hated
all kinds of bombastic pretensions; infact a man of no formality .