Shooting the neighbours.

When a friend calls to me from the road
And slows his horse to a meaning walk
I don't stand still and look around
On all the hills I haven't hoed,
And shout from where I am, "What is it?"
No, not as there is a time to talk.
I thrust my hoe in the mellow ground,
Blade-end up and five feet tall,
And plod: I go up to the stone wall
For a friendly visit.

(Robert Frost, "A Time To Talk")

Joseph chettan, good neighbour, good samaritan, and retired employee of Kerala State Electricity Board. Joseph chettan and Leelamma chechi sold off their property and moved elsewhere recently. Consequently the neighbourhood is a far less friendly place now. The new occupants pretty much keep to themselves, rarely ever affording a smile, let alone talk. (Often, I too am guilty of not going up to the stone wall, and being a stone myself, particularly when I'm busy hoeing. I'm sorry about that.)

Elsewhere, Shiv shot Vilasini Amma and told her: "because you can fetch me some comments on flickr."

Us these days, are plain ridiculous, no?