Aaaargh... I am so beyond pissed at the moment. I've come back from a long day at work, a long, long tiring day. Then as I'm riding back home with veggies for dinner, hanging in a plastic bag off my wrist, it hits me that the worst is yet to come. It hits me, yes at a 120 freaking decibels, louder than The Who, louder than anything you would want to imagine. It's Shaadi(wedding) season here and the one going on in the bleeding hall next to my place is blasting the most godawful racket and baby they are going for broke.
I have only myself to blame, when I decided to rent the place, I checked the orientation, exposure to the sun, rent, neighbors, square footage, hell I even inventoried the local dogs. Somehow I forgot to account for the Shaadi hall that shares a wall with our place.
They're playing an annoying mix of Hindi and Telegu songs and what makes it worse is that it's a bleeding live band playing fuckall electric noise machines. Everytime the octopad hits a bass note, my windows reverberate. Everytime the male singer hits a high note they coo lovingly in response. Everytime the female one hits one I feel like bringing out the old battle axe and going Friday the thirteenth on the thousand or so people I can see queuing up at the buffet (pronounced like buffet as in 'buffeted' by the wind). Honestly no-one's even listening all they are concentrating on is flicking enough grub to last them the fucking winter, I swear I can see people leaving with their cheeks bulging like goddamn squirrels.
I managed to get dinner cooked and eaten in the racket but now, I just want some peace, some quiet is that too much to ask for, honestly you tell me.
What's wrong with this country are there no zoning laws? Who in their right minds allows the construction of a bleeding open-air Shaadi Maidan (ground) in the middle of a residential neighborhood.
Aaaaaarrrrgh.....
The only thing that I get a little sadistic pleasure from is thinking about the people who complained one weekend when we got drunk and sang too loud too late. Who are they going to complain to now, the cops? Hehe, yeah right, I bet those motherfuckers are just waiting for a complaint so they can turn up sirens blaring and collect their two pieces of silver, if they haven't already, the bastards.
I need to relax, I need to work, I just need to be and I'm going insane. I'm listening to Amon Amarth at full volume and I don't care if I go deaf, anything to get me out of this misery.
I still remember the last one which was much worse, not only did they have their own troupe of off-key sirens, they had fire crackers too. Of all the buildings around the ground, ours is the lowest, so they carefully aimed the things at us. I remember running up to the roof, drunk, while the sky rained hell fire and brimstone, trying to get my clothes (which were up to dry) down before they caught fire.
