Stale Sounds / Fresh Sounds

Just the way we get bored of stale or repetitive food. Same sounds irritate us. The same people shouting, screaming, scheming, singing, talking,speaking at/to us. It gets irritating beyond a certain point. That is why house wives get bored. That is why our 9 to 5 parents typically got irritated and bored when we mentioned that we got just pass marks in our exams.
Imagine a situation where our mentally battered father - typically murmuring some thing about his boss and how people keep buttering him to get their work done. At the end of the end he growls - you were supposed to get your Maths results today right ? How much did you get ? In class 6 or 7 every kid has this strange behaviour which makes every parent feel that their kids are lying or something.
The number comes out like balls of iron from the mouth. It is involuntary - fourty six and a half, 20 students out of 45 failed in this exam. I said that this is involuntary !! The last bit is never heard though.
The paper comes back on the face with the pace of Allan Donalds yorker. Cliches are hurled on after the other. Titles are served. It kind of ends with the start of the evening news. A sigh of relief is heaved.
A strange sort of determination fills us. The next time I am going to beat the topper surely. What does he actually do? nothing much he just reads he lessons daily . And wait a minute he cannot bat as well as I do (hehe). Oh yes that is the reason why he has the time. Alright I am also going to do the same thing from tommorow. It is gonna be me and him from the next test onwards.
I hear the fresh sound of stumps being thwacked into the ground.The cricket ground is visible from my room.Oh they are splitting their team too. Ah screw it let me refresh myself before I undertake the biggest battle of my life !!

A Quantumn Of Malice

Normalcy fuels Anger.

You are very angry with yourself or with something or someone. Walking down the road with friends. Something which happened just before this has got you very irritated. A thousand thoughts are reverberating in your head. You are busy making a list of people you want to torture, taking references from good old villain Ajit's villanous days. One of your friends, usually joky, cracks a real bad one. It lands into the meat of you cerebellum where you are cooking your anger in fire of wrath. You feel like cracking the skull of the nitwit who spoilt you recipe.
What reactions can you evoke. You fumble a smile at Lord of Bad Timing.

Although it is pretty normal of the guy to crack one from time to time. This normalcy irks at that point of time. You want the world to react to your sorry mental state. Just then you also see a couple fondling each other. Your singleton state adds itself to the burning pot with a plop.