I only found out today when I noticed a word document on her computer, from which I work, that the German consul's driver had driven savagely close to her when she was down in the basement, where she goes to feed strays and building pets.
I had forgotten the German consul lived in this building, we had some Germans several years ago when I was young but this was the first time I realized they are still a constant presence and apparently afficionados of the same kind of disgusting creepy behavior that I have been targetted with ever since Spring of 2006, and escalating in the Fall of 2006, massively escalating after the election in which George Bush met his watershed, around which I would have about 10-15 drivers calling out lewdly and insulting, commenting on my period, making sound effects when I went to the bathroom etc.
Plus their hysterical harassment everytime I touched a key board.
My computer was also busted about 5 times, with Press people acting giggly and proud, as if they had done a fine thing.
The Indian newspaper tycoon who runs several newspapers and tv channel has been horrendous and insulting, with her family, hired goons and drivers intruding on my hearing and space, showing up at night to slam car doors if I turn over in my sleep or move my legs, which they believe is connected to my vaginal yearnings, and they feel entitled to come and slam doors apparently demanding that I talk about it.
Her drivers also frequently make harassive assaults on me with their vehicles.
The nasty woman who lives upstairs, Mrs. Prabhu, has a son who sucks Al Walid Butt in Citibank apparently in London, and had some foul Muslim workers all of Fall last year, when they kept up a nasty drilling if I lay down in the afternoon, followed me to the bathroom whichever of 3 bathrooms I selected and set up nasty sound effects while I was bathing or using the potty.
Today the banging sound restarted, in a punctuative way, apparently directed at me doing white dishes, which are the dishes we happen to have.
The creepy female Gurumurthy or something on BBC apparently has some connection with the mad Prabhu female, who despite this resumption of hostile banging last week tried to position herself as a friend and well wisher and stood ostentatiously in the archway where we can be dropped off and ostentatiously and flamboyantly pantomimed moving a girl out of the way of the car, as if all her disgusting noise assaults and her son connected with the hysterical Al Walid of citibank were all intended for my well being.
The ***girl*** she ostentatiously and pseudo solicitously moved out of the way appeared to be similar to Shobha Kewalramani, who grew up in this building and as kids was part of a group we all played in, playing volleyball at the backyard and attending various building events together. I have lost touch with her, but her balding brother Suresh and his driver made a vicious car assault on me November 14 of last year.
I had writted down posts regarding penises of General George Joulwan, Michael Gordon of the NYT and Jesse Jackson and Dick Meyer, and I had written them crouching miserably on my sofa to avoid the raucous hysterical crowd chorus that was constantly mocking and abusing me all day, I wrote it on my pda, which immediately brought shrieks and rebuttals from the hysterical security, demanding to know, Kya Hua, Kya hey, what is it, and then in defiance a day or so later, I made sure to write it on my blog MinnieB9.
But on November 14, when I was headed to the club for what I hoped would be (it wasnt) just a pleasant uneventful evening with cousins from the usa, Suresh and his driver made a narrow vicious pass with a mocking glance and ferocious glare at me, and Suresh got out and started pointing and sticking his elbows out.
Later a girl I think was his daugter, about a week later, came down in one of those printed shirts which have tiny designs scattered over them and ostentatiously called out from inside the building to the driver.
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