You've got your summer vacations. I get it. You are boys and boys will be boys. I get that too. Further, you're Indian boys and Indian boys during their summer vacation have to play cricket. I'm no fool. I've been in India for the last 12 years. I've been in this very building for the last 12 years. And so, I understand (or at least I act like I do.) But must you scream so loudly? Especially you. Yes you, the over sized 15 year old with a voice bigger than ****in King Kong's. I have a good mind to thrash you with your own bat. And if I were as strong as I am in my head when I'm thinking of whack the senses out of you, I'm sure to come downstairs and do just that.
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I mean, you're in high school for Pete's sake! Wait till you're in my shoes and you have records to submit and exams to study for. Then we'll see who's gonna play cricket. I understand you have such a passion for the game, prolly more than the entire Indian team put together, but do you have to shout out the howzaaats and the siiiiiiiiixes in such a way that the pillars of the building get cracked? If ever this building collapses, I hope with every tiny vein in my body that it falls on that empty head of yours. I honestly do. And pray tell, why do you have to ride that bike around the building so many times? Go, try the road. I don't care if you don't have a license. It'd be great if you were in jail for a few days.
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I don't mean to sound like your grandmother, shouting at you to keep your voice down, but hello! I stay two floors up and I'm doing some very very important graph work here. So if you don't shut it, I'm gonna wear the shoes with the hardest soles tomorrow and march downstairs and kick your pompous ass to la la land. So for your own sake, put a sock in it.
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Thank you.
Yours sincerely,
Mel.
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Just a thought- "Don't show others how quickly you can go. You might reach the hospital first."
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