The Avengers

Revenge:

Revenge can stem from baseless prejudices even unaccounted for jealousy. However if the avenger is a sharp mind; then you can get hurt very bad. Better stay away from them, and dont believe a word they say. but lets get on the lighter side.

This act need not attain life threatening criticality. Sometimes the frugality of the intentions can make it quite humorous.

I had a neighbour in my previous apartment who needed tenants. Being quite aware of how pathetic the accomodation was, i did not bother to extend my help in any way. I think they did the best to retaliate. One week later my landlords got concerns of blaring music channels in the death of the night. Pitifully the ill timing of the complaint and since my owners were quite happy with me and have had never a complaint during the past two plus years; that cry went unheard.

I see futile revenge as a part of immaturity. speaking about which; the award goes to an 8-year experience guy of bird brain.. this chap had mind boggling talent on accruing interest on his already trashy reputation. All credits to him.... this was a well earned position to which he dedicated a majority of his existence. A customer representative for our bank send him a reminder copying the rest of the management; his reponse?.. well he swore on all stars that he was not going to speak to the lady again. Much help did that do. He was sent back to wherever he came from with a one way ticket.

What certain Words mean - PART I

Inheritance:
A word conveniently under-estimated.
There was a time when I used to throw wrappers out my car window without a second thought. I don’t do that now; thanks to a friend of mine (who gave me a good thrashing). I have been careful never to drop a paper outside the garbage can after that. Moreover I try (at every chance I get) to make another person realize the significance of this very menial however very significant responsibility.
But the latest revelation struck me at a painful angle. I was on my way to the city on a rusty dusty public bus. A mother and an eight year old kid came and sat opposite. Now this kid had beautiful light brown eyes with a black rim to her brilliant pupils. I looked at the mom and instantly saw where those eyes came from. The child was chewing on some nit bits from a plastic wrapper. Once she emptied the small packet she rolled it into a tiny crumple and hesitated at the window sill. I could feel her uncertainty; and to clear her doubts I shook an admonishing finger at her. She quickly moved away. At this her mom who was watching me through the corner of her eyes; grabbed the piece of plastic and threw it out the window. And then she sat up a little straighter with a smug smile which spoke tonnes of what she thought about a stagy lass as me.

And I kept wondering what responsibility meant to such people. Unknown to this woman; her daughter was inheriting more than her beautiful eye color. And she couldn’t care less.