Nature, it is said, is supposed to fill our hearts with joy. It echoes the rhythm of our heartbeat and the music in our souls. It also gives you a throbbing headache, at 7 on a Sunday, especially when you study in a college which is 40 kms away and have to get up at 6 on weekdays, when this soon-to-be-extinct bird comes and sits in the AC vent and begins making the following noise - mmmmmm. mmmmm mmmmm mmmmmmm. To elaborate, it isn't a hum and it isn't a coo. It is a combination of a sharp nail scraping a blackboard and a man trying to say "sarcophagus" in his dying breath.
But yes, i respect nature, so I decide to adjust, and sleep instead in the late evening, hoping to catch an hours rest. Now my watchman has decided, that being our trusty guardian, he needs to prove his worth to us. And to show us that he is not sleeping, he will hit anything he sees with this nice long stout soon-to-be-broken-in-half wooden stick. Again. And again. And yet again. He hits pillars and floors, babies and dogs, but with all due respect to his ear for melody, he does it all in the same monotonous brain crunching note.
And so I decide, being the flexible creature I am, to sleep in the bus. I normally rest my head on the shoulder of my obliging and comfortably short friend, and am just dozing off when she decides to hum. And the humming, thanks to the hollowness of her bones, echoes loudly in my ear, and I am forced to wake up, and growl till she swears never to sing again.
I am now going to lock myself in my room. I am going to stuff cotton in my ears, switch off my phone, close all the windows, switch on the AC and lie in bed. Dare you disturb me, and you shall be renamed soon-to-be-killed-by-a-raging-red-eyed-minor.
It better be, a good night.
11 comments:
hmm are you sure its hollowness of the bones and not hollowness of the head of your short friend :P I have a feeling it might be the latter coz she still doesnt realise that when its my birthday i should be GETTING presents and not giving..
@sou: GRR Missy! Thats it from tomorrow.. u'll have to endure my LOUD singing. And for the record, i hummed for a fraction of a second when we were 5 mins away from the college.And i think after 8 years of friendship, you can afford to sacrifice 5 mins of sleep to hear ur best friend hum. And i resent the hollow bones comment.. from tomo u can have fun leaning against the pole and sleeping. :-|
@paddy: You dint even hear my argument. I meant that you turning 18, i thought you would be mature enough to realise that when someone spends 4 hrs copying F.RI.E.N.D.S cds for you cos she knows ur going to s'pore and she dint want you to feel bored over there, out of the goodness of her heart... you should be nice to her and give her something in return u goofball!
have a nice sleep!
you know, you make no sense at all. My birthday, I get presents, as simple as that :| And I thought the friends cds were your way of thanking me for entertaining you for two years with short jokes about being short :P do you remember the time i told you about the concept of relativity, about how the moon is small coz it is far etc etc? I deserve 4 cds for just that!
tick tick tick... rrrrrriiiiiiiiiiiinnnnnnnnggg
"thers plenty of time to sleep, once ur dead!"
:P
@paddy
yeah i totally agree, people should get presents on their bdays, not give any *koff, ahem, koff*
@nam
oyy it was some toneless humming, atleast if u were humming a song i would have bobbed my head along! im respecting 8 year friendship, thats why im not putting up the joke i came up with today :D
@barath
i need my beauty sleep mister!
Neat rendition of your personal day-to-day agonies! LOL
But I agree with barath -
You can sleep as much as you want once dead! :) LOL
simply awesome!!! eventhough it's nothing i lik the way u recited..
lol.. i know the feeling.. same thing happens in my place too.. the only difference its a squirrel which keeps making weird noises.
@pitstop
we're not all nutty buggers wo get up at 5 every morning :)
@anon
i told u know, the feeling will come only when u see the words :)
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