Showing posts from January, 2017

Swalpa adjust madi.

Earlier this evening, the quiet of the night was shattered by the sounds of firecrackers going off. So I rushed to the window and saw beautiful patterns of light in motion against an ink black background. I glanced up at the clock and saw it was 9.30 pm. And as the decibel levels went higher and higher, my thoughts went to my sleeping 9-month-old. The church across the road was celebrating a day of some significance, and chose this obnoxiously loud manner to let the thickly populated residential neighbourhood know how happy they were.

It irked me that with a police station just 100 metres away, the neighbourhood was being robbed of its peace and quiet, and several toddlers of their much needed sleep.

Well in their defence, it's just a couple of days in the year, and surely I could 'adjust'. Well, why not.

Then I started counting the number of occasions on which I, a common citizen, was inconvenienced. 

Politician visits, road repair, bandhs, festival celebrations that spill ou…