I dread tomorrow. 26th January.
For that's when he sings.
Mr Ranganathan.
Our very own budding singer-our building's- at least he considers himself to be, he spends hours practicing each morning.
The music on full volume, he on highest volume....
the tuneless singing goes on.
Tomorrow the flag hoisted, people seated, pedhas distributed...
then he' ll take the mike, stand with great confidence and belt out his collection of patriotic songs.
There's no tune, no voice. But he goes on and on.
Not stopping at one or even two, sometimes it's a highly annoying four or nerve wracking five.
No body opts to sing, so he does it with elan.
Short and almost bald, the middle aged neighbor of mine doesn't call it quits any day.
He loves to sing and sing and sing.
If only his mom had spanked him then, when he as a small kid had belted it out in the bathroom...
We wouldn't have had to endure this utter nonsense year after year.
15th August and the republic day...and all other functions interspersed between.
By the way his wife sings well. Some consolation at least.
If they sing together, even then he drowns out her voice.
How I wish his mom had spanked him!
I dread tomorrow.
The 26th of January.
