I love the celebrations, new clothes, sweets and the life that Indian festivals bring along. But there are some superbly annoying things associated with festivals. For the last 6 days, a neigborhood pandal has been playing Ganpati Bappa Mourya, agale baras tu jaldi aa... (refer to my next post to see what it means, in case you dont know yet.)
We have laws preventing clubs from playing music, or for that matter, even staying open after 11 PM. Yes, after 11PM we all gather at the push-cart tea shop outside the railway station and eat Omlettes (Yuuum!)
On new year's eve, we cannot play music beyond a certain decibel level and the cops, as soon as they kiss their loved ones (fellow constables) happy new year, are out on their jeeps, chasing 20 somethings out of party destinations.
But come festivals! and you can break all rules! Afterall, who are those mortals a.k.a cops and law keepers, to stop us from showering affection on Him? In fact if they did, their dismissal letters are just a laddoo away.
My ears are begging of me to give them a change of music. I tried playing Toxicity and other SOAD tracks on my music system since they are the loudest of the lot. But hell, no! the speakers invariably take over ALL the music around you and replace them with the same agale baras tu jaldi aa track.
I love all this fun and truly respect your feeling of love and devotion towards beloved Ganesha... but have mercy on the patients at hospitals, have mercy on the mosque goers trying to woo their God of belief, have mercy on mothers trying to put their babies to sleep, have mercy on lovers trying to silently gaze at each other, have mercy on the oldies at the local library, have mercy on poor me, I am taking the GMAT in 4 days...
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