Society Matters

Somebody once said: "love thy neighbour", and then someone else added "but don't get caught".
Well actually, the second part is quite irrelevant to what follows.
As you may have guessed, this blog post is dedicated specially to those who live in our vicinity or society, who we may love or hate (in most cases, it's the latter), who we are thrown together to live with and sometimes forced to smile at fakely while passing by.

Every building society seems to consist of almost the same collection of people in different forms. Compulsory entities in any society:

• The group of smaller kids that run around the compound all evening, fall occasionally and scream frequently.
• The group of older kids that insist on playing cricket in the smallest of spaces between lines of expensive cars.
• The wicked uncle that will stop them from doing so at any cost.
• The mothers of the aforementioned kids (younger and older) who gather together to talk about this and that. (read: gossip about various society members).
• The old folk who watch the younger folk perform the above activities.

And if you've never seen a society meeting taking place, it goes something like this:
Mr.A: "There have been complaints that the renovation work going on in Mr.B's house is disturbing the peace and quiet...."
Mr.B:"That is completely untrue!!"
Mr.A:"Please, let me finish..."
Mr.C:"But what about the problem of my parking slot??...."
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Mr.B:"%$#%$&^*....."
Mr.A:"%$@^%^&....."
Mr.C:"@^%$^@%....."
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and so it goes.

Well let's just say it takes all types. And without a little variety, life would indeed be very boring. So go love that neighbour! (but not too much ;) )... and if you do, then please...don't get caught.