I wanted some sleep.
Suffering from amoebic infection since past 7 days and still undergoing the process of healing that consists of lots of medicines which makes one feel tired and sleepy.
It was 5:30 p.m.; I tidied my bed and picked up my blanket to take some sleep.
Mother of Sleep and Dreams touched my forehead with her gentle hands and I was at peace.
Suddenly, the windows of my flat started vibrating and the noise broke my sleep.
I got up terrified, half of my conscience still asleep.
Walked towards the balcony, rubbing my eyes to inquire about the noise’s origin.
Stared down from the fourth floor to find “GANESHA” bidding adieu to the “PANDAL” constructed below the building where I reside.
The noise was amazingly high; I do not know how many loudspeakers were connected in series to produce that unbearable dissonance.
Out of my sleep by then; as it should be, I looked at my watch to find that I had slept for no more than half an hour.
Acted first like a panic disorder patient, abusing them using all the words in my ‘INSULT DICTIONARY’, just to realize that they were only corrupting my mouth.
Rather than continuing, getting paranoid, I thought it would be better to enjoy the noise which in no sense was enjoyable.
So I made myself a cup of tea and started viewing the crowd which was celebrating GANESHA’s farewell.
They were dancing like maniacs (I mean the word) and throwing colors all over the road (again I mean the word).
One of the guys was necessarily drunk. He kept on falling but he kept on rising too. This taught me a lesson though, no matter how many times you fall, you need to rise. And if you are drunk don’t dance in the crowd because the lesson will not work positively, the next day you will rise with all the bruises.
A fat and tall, in one word huge dude, seemed to be in no mood to provide anyone, any space in front of the wagon in which “GANESHA” was leaving.
He moved left and right,
And back and ahead
And in a circle and in a square,
He had no intentions to leave any spot for people to share.
Now, that rhymed, didn’t it?
Then that thing happened which I feared a lot, do not worry, it was nothing of the sort of the drunk lad coming under the wagon.
They played “MUNNI BADNAM HUI” and the crowd which was already insane got insanely awesomely madly insane.
The windows started to shutter with a greater efficiency as now the cause was the sound boxes plus the screams made by devotees of GANESHA.
That became unbearable for my trembling body too and I chose to watch a movie rather than enjoy GANESHA go. (That was some kind of rhyme too. This whole thing has developed a rhymester out of me.)
So guys, this seems to be the final resort as I have put off my television because the noise coming from below didn’t match the lips of the characters playing in the movie and as you can see and read, I decided to write rather than sulk.
HAIL LORD GANESHA & ALL HIS DEVOTEES!
