The following is an attempt at narration. All characters and incidents are true to the best of my knowledge. But, no names or other facts leading to them are revealed.
Its quite long. So, i warn you to move away from this page immediately. They will be spared. All else would be tortured! :P
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வீட்டுக்கு வீடு வாசற்படி, they say in Thamizh. Thats 'every home has its own doorstep', ultimately its own issues. 3 A.M. in the morning -- i was busy sleeping sound, probably dreaming about the 4th day match/ Rahul/ Sachin and the famed century and.. and ♪♫ :-)
There was a loud wailing. An old lady. It was out of the ordinary, nothing like ever before. Soon, there were some miffed sounds, some running around and stunts with Hollywood comparable BGM! I sprung up. I seldom get to witness action of this intensity!
My sister in the other room was sleeping real good. Huh, fortunate being! :O
My mom had already woke up and was busy eavesdropping and imagining as to what might be happening. aaaaaah, trash those serials. Nothing is half good as live action :D
It was evidently the elder couple living directly behind our place who were making this scene. I listened with a great curiosity, as to what was going on. I wasn't sure if i was this attentive even while in college :P
Oh well, even melodramas in the TV seemed trivial to this.
Suddenly, the old maama (uncle) shouted at the top of his voice. A murder threat! Aaah, fu.. the match. This was getting bloody real! The maami, the lady, to her credit was not ready to go down that easily. After an aggravating statement and then a cruel joke on the man, the maams got wild. Clearly, i could now hear her getting beaten up severely. It was a typical platform scene and it was freaking thrilling..
My pop was outta station. That gave my ma the freedom to utter this: bloody, change your shirt and run.
!! I was just being an average Indian citizen. :O mmmmmmmmmm.. This, I did. Within another minute, I was on the street. Running hard and gasping (it was pouring heavily in Chennai, and those strong winds.. oooh!), I was wondering as to what was I going to do once I reach there..
It was around 3.30. Real dark, rains and those horrible dogs. mm! You could tolerate these for the drama :P
Well, I expected few people to be already there, given the loudness, the intensity of those exchanges and at that time of the morn.
Aila, not a soul! Either Chennai truly became a metro with 'I don't give a .... as to what happens next door', or I was still dreaming. hmmmm!
The grill was open already. Maybe for the milkman, I thought. Don't ask me questions now, will ya?
I went in and banged the door. I couldn't find the switch for the bell, then. Some silence and then, the stunts continued without any bother..
I was feeling crazy myself, standing at that door at that hour. Anyway, I could hear further intense exchanges and now the man got hit. Some heavy thing fell down. I guessed it to be a washing machine..
Now, the stunts got further animated. It was beyond any description. Honestly, i was thinking of a newspaper report the next day from my area! I was truly excited at the prospect :P
Maybe, I would get a chance to be on the TV. I had imagined a different set up for a media meet. But then, this is ok too :D
By this time, a few elder citizens in that street came by. My mom was there too! Wow!
Now, I banged harder and continuously. Finally, the drama went for a break. The maama came up and opened the door..
The place was chaotic, to say the least. Everything lied at all the wrong places. The fridge lied horizontally. (I was wrong) The damage was more. The case for the LED TV had been tampered. The kitchen wash basin had been broken. Some tiles on the kitchen floor had been tested. A whisky bottle had fled and hit the window pane, it had split up. The maami was bleeding. Blood was flowing through her legs. I was later told that she had broken a tooth..
It was obviously an indescribable scene. All this, due to a bruised ego. It was not the time to find faults. And its real difficult to reason out 60+s! Both their children were abroad. So, it took a full 2+ hours to finally give the episode a rest..
Lots of persuasions and promises later, the maama finally sat. As for the maami, she was still weeping when I left. When I came back home, India was staring down a defeat. A bad start for the day, a terrific episode. It was one of those days....!
Later that day, my mom spotted the couple chit chatting in their terrace. When a neighbor had went to check, he was sternly told 'not to disturb'. Seemingly, they had complained about unnecessary hindrance!
They asked the colony members to avoid bothering their door and specifically suggested using their calling bell (When I was there, I had blocked the maama when he advanced once and had physically moved him. So, the thankfulness!)
Moral: Do not remove your headphones when you sleep off. Or, fine tune your 'who cares' attitude...! Go Chennai go....!
P.S: ஒரே ரணகளம், நேத்து. I was sure about a சம்பவம். சப்புன்னு போய்டுச்சு. அது போகட்டும். ஆனால், இந்த பொழப்புக்கு...! கெழட்டு .........!
Its quite long. So, i warn you to move away from this page immediately. They will be spared. All else would be tortured! :P
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வீட்டுக்கு வீடு வாசற்படி, they say in Thamizh. Thats 'every home has its own doorstep', ultimately its own issues. 3 A.M. in the morning -- i was busy sleeping sound, probably dreaming about the 4th day match/ Rahul/ Sachin and the famed century and.. and ♪♫ :-)
There was a loud wailing. An old lady. It was out of the ordinary, nothing like ever before. Soon, there were some miffed sounds, some running around and stunts with Hollywood comparable BGM! I sprung up. I seldom get to witness action of this intensity!
My sister in the other room was sleeping real good. Huh, fortunate being! :O
My mom had already woke up and was busy eavesdropping and imagining as to what might be happening. aaaaaah, trash those serials. Nothing is half good as live action :D
It was evidently the elder couple living directly behind our place who were making this scene. I listened with a great curiosity, as to what was going on. I wasn't sure if i was this attentive even while in college :P
Oh well, even melodramas in the TV seemed trivial to this.
Suddenly, the old maama (uncle) shouted at the top of his voice. A murder threat! Aaah, fu.. the match. This was getting bloody real! The maami, the lady, to her credit was not ready to go down that easily. After an aggravating statement and then a cruel joke on the man, the maams got wild. Clearly, i could now hear her getting beaten up severely. It was a typical platform scene and it was freaking thrilling..
My pop was outta station. That gave my ma the freedom to utter this: bloody, change your shirt and run.
!! I was just being an average Indian citizen. :O mmmmmmmmmm.. This, I did. Within another minute, I was on the street. Running hard and gasping (it was pouring heavily in Chennai, and those strong winds.. oooh!), I was wondering as to what was I going to do once I reach there..
It was around 3.30. Real dark, rains and those horrible dogs. mm! You could tolerate these for the drama :P
Well, I expected few people to be already there, given the loudness, the intensity of those exchanges and at that time of the morn.
Aila, not a soul! Either Chennai truly became a metro with 'I don't give a .... as to what happens next door', or I was still dreaming. hmmmm!
The grill was open already. Maybe for the milkman, I thought. Don't ask me questions now, will ya?
I went in and banged the door. I couldn't find the switch for the bell, then. Some silence and then, the stunts continued without any bother..
I was feeling crazy myself, standing at that door at that hour. Anyway, I could hear further intense exchanges and now the man got hit. Some heavy thing fell down. I guessed it to be a washing machine..
Now, the stunts got further animated. It was beyond any description. Honestly, i was thinking of a newspaper report the next day from my area! I was truly excited at the prospect :P
Maybe, I would get a chance to be on the TV. I had imagined a different set up for a media meet. But then, this is ok too :D
By this time, a few elder citizens in that street came by. My mom was there too! Wow!
Now, I banged harder and continuously. Finally, the drama went for a break. The maama came up and opened the door..
The place was chaotic, to say the least. Everything lied at all the wrong places. The fridge lied horizontally. (I was wrong) The damage was more. The case for the LED TV had been tampered. The kitchen wash basin had been broken. Some tiles on the kitchen floor had been tested. A whisky bottle had fled and hit the window pane, it had split up. The maami was bleeding. Blood was flowing through her legs. I was later told that she had broken a tooth..
It was obviously an indescribable scene. All this, due to a bruised ego. It was not the time to find faults. And its real difficult to reason out 60+s! Both their children were abroad. So, it took a full 2+ hours to finally give the episode a rest..
Lots of persuasions and promises later, the maama finally sat. As for the maami, she was still weeping when I left. When I came back home, India was staring down a defeat. A bad start for the day, a terrific episode. It was one of those days....!
Later that day, my mom spotted the couple chit chatting in their terrace. When a neighbor had went to check, he was sternly told 'not to disturb'. Seemingly, they had complained about unnecessary hindrance!
They asked the colony members to avoid bothering their door and specifically suggested using their calling bell (When I was there, I had blocked the maama when he advanced once and had physically moved him. So, the thankfulness!)
Moral: Do not remove your headphones when you sleep off. Or, fine tune your 'who cares' attitude...! Go Chennai go....!
P.S: ஒரே ரணகளம், நேத்து. I was sure about a சம்பவம். சப்புன்னு போய்டுச்சு. அது போகட்டும். ஆனால், இந்த பொழப்புக்கு...! கெழட்டு .........!
