There is a Gurudwara a few meters away from my place.
Every morning, at around 5 am, there is a sound that comes out of it.
A religious Sikh or someone who is hard of hearing may call it music.
To me, it sounds like a gang-bang session with people faking orgasms because the sex is so bad.
Now, people reading this blog will go after my throat. They will call me communal because I've made comments like this that could offend religious sentiments of a minority.
Well, here's news for you: I have issues with loudspeakers on the whole. I have problems with loudspeakers during Ganesh Chaturthi or Durga Puja. I have issues with the loudspeaker coming out of mosques. I have problems when the Catholics of my society - a predominantly Catholic one - come together to sing hyms outside my room, which is followed by The Macarena or The Birdie Dance.
You may argue that India is secular and you have the right to practice your religion.
I say this: India is secular. And I have the right to tell you to shut the fuck up.
And yes, my 70-year-old dad, who is getting into the world of blogging himself, shares this sentiment.
Every morning, at around 5 am, there is a sound that comes out of it.
A religious Sikh or someone who is hard of hearing may call it music.
To me, it sounds like a gang-bang session with people faking orgasms because the sex is so bad.
Now, people reading this blog will go after my throat. They will call me communal because I've made comments like this that could offend religious sentiments of a minority.
Well, here's news for you: I have issues with loudspeakers on the whole. I have problems with loudspeakers during Ganesh Chaturthi or Durga Puja. I have issues with the loudspeaker coming out of mosques. I have problems when the Catholics of my society - a predominantly Catholic one - come together to sing hyms outside my room, which is followed by The Macarena or The Birdie Dance.
You may argue that India is secular and you have the right to practice your religion.
I say this: India is secular. And I have the right to tell you to shut the fuck up.
And yes, my 70-year-old dad, who is getting into the world of blogging himself, shares this sentiment.
