Wednesday, November 19, 2014

Life in the blare of loudspeakers


It’s sheer coincidence that my house ( in fact many houses) happened to be in the vicinity of a triumvirate – a temple, a mosque and a Sayi bhajan centre. And come the myriad festive seasons we are deafened to oblivion in a competitive spirit by all three with their ubiquitous loud speakers pouring out song after song until we attain nirvana.  Before the Ayyappa season was over the Nabi day came and the bhajan group was untiring throughout whether it’s rain or shine. Once when the innumerous Ramayana recitals, during one of those Ramayana months, sans tala or laya were done with in the utmost cacophonic way I decided to call it a day and rang-up the temple authorities for a breath of sanity! They sure gave me an ear and without fail confirmed my ‘credentials’ in a disarming way. The melancholy in their response was palpable echoing something like ‘you too....’, but they dimmed the volume for a couple of hours until the euphoria of the festive mood outran the promises, and by that time I had re-attained my auditory immunity for the week.

Episode two had to follow within a few months as the religious fervor spiralled them to an another season of boisterous revelry.  As usual when the ear drums stopped drumming I resorted to my second frantic call. Never-the-less I had contemplated filing a police complaint despite the protest of my god (men) fearing father, and the support of my ‘religio-phobe’ wife. Promptly I was answered and this time too they confirmed my ‘standing’ through casual and brief personal questions.  This time they gave some minor arguments like it’s temporary and stuff but never resorted to intimidation. Again they sounded like talking to a renegade wishing fiercely to get me back in to the clan. The din ofcourse didn’t come down for that bhakti season but I presume it made them think as at times (I felt) it came down a note or two. And I, to gear-up for the onslaught of festivals come February, donned the traditional oracle attire and rocked feverish to the ‘loud screamers’ like a true fanatic seeking hyper tolerance in a deafening world!