Peace anyone?

I kinda like my apartment. I have been here for almost 4 years now & I like the place. Lots of trees, peace & ample room for Mom & Dad to walk around, or at least try to.

Well there's this new family that moved in below us about a year back & they brought along with them a big attitude that reeks for 8 miles. They are grumpy, loud & very very unpleasant. Also they have a daughter who looks at me as if I might kidnap her. Me?! Hmph!

I was returning back from work today & happened to notice a big argument between them & the treasurer of the apartment, who is a very nice man, and has a daughter who does not run to the police when she sees me. I came to know that the treasurer's grand kids had nicked the paint off Groucho's car. Elated as I was, it was so sad to see a scrape on the side of a fabulous Fabia. I felt for the car & not its owners. Anyway I could not keep myself from getting involved as I wanted to side with the treasurer notwithstanding the fact that his daughter was watching.

Groucho went about telling the audience that kids shouldn't be allowed to play in the parking area as it caused damage to vehicles and stuff. Agreed. BUT then he said that the racket did not allow him to sleep peacefully. Who sleeps at 6 in the evening anyway?? I mean come on!! If kids aren't allowed to play, then how will this world see any more Deepika Padukones, Sania Mirzas, Mahesh Bhupatis & Deepika Pallikals?? Ms. Padukuone was mentioned for her badminton skills by the way. I butted in and mentioned that the bucket chair in his apartment creaks and makes an almighty racket. I am not sure that the chains have seen an oil check since lubrication was discovered. He told me to buzz off. Well, 'buzz' is not the word he used. But you get the drift.

After uncle had agreed to pay the guy some money for getting the paint job done, I left & thought of the million ways in which I had been courteous to the family below. I moved furniture very slowly to make sure that they don't get disturbed. I keep volume levels down when I watch TV. I make sure that my air conditioner does not leak water on their clothes line etc etc. But hey, expecting the world to be nice to you just 'cos you are a nice guy is like expecting the bull not to charge you just 'cos you are a vegetarian. But I am not a vegetarian & I don't get run over by bulls, Only by random women on Scooties.

As I type this post, I am showering misery on the Groucho & company. Holy Diver by Killswitch Engage on THX certified speakers, blasting away incessantly. Justice has just been served.

PS : This reminds me that I am going to miss my sound system. My TV. My PS3. Damn!