This american life...

One of my favorite times of the day happens around 10 pm and later. This is when I sit in my balcony with chai to reflect back, to think and to dream. These are special moments as I feel very alive enjoying serenity and peace. The only sound that I hear is that of water flowing along the creek that runs some 20 yards away from me and occasional sirens of the cops taking care of business nearby or rushing to an auto accident. Some time If am lucky, I get to see the bunch of deers hang around the creek unmindful of my presence.

Last month, I was enjoying my moments under the Moon when I heard a woman scream. She seemed to be in pain. Then I heard a man who too was in some kind of a trouble. The trouble was not ordinary.  These are the only troubles in life when no one asks for help. You are on your own buddy. The beauty of these sounds is that it makes you nervous, curious, and envious in that order. In addition to raising your heart beats to 175 per minute without going to the gym.

Homes and apartment in America are usually constructed from the locally available cheap material which is usually wood. As a result the walls or partitions are wafer thin and with a little sensitivity one can hear what is happening next door. 

My curiosity helped me figure out that the "miracle" is played out right below my apartment. Oh my God!  Now, how am I going to sleep in this hara-kiri was the first thought that came to mind? I tried to take my mind off by reading a book, watching Sarah Palin speeches to writing a poem. Nothing worked. I slept only after Storm subsided and calm prevailed..... which was pretty late at night.

The next day I shared the story with Mullah Louis and the gang, and all of them enjoyed my discomfort thoroughly. 

Mullah1: Man you should have used your film making skills to record it. These kinds of films are the only ones that never flop.

Me: Thanks for the idea...

Mullah2: How do you know it is just one man and one woman?

Me: Because, I am not as pervert as you are..

Mullah3: Come on man, you are from the land of "Kama Sutra", you should know how to handle this?

Me: I don’t think Kama Sutra has answers to lifes all the problems, besides kama-Sutra without Rekha makes no sense to me...

Mullah4: One way to handle this would be to get married, brother!

Me: Get married because someone is handling the situation carelessly...

Mullah5: Why don’t you just join them? More the merrier...

Me: Now, that sounds like a plan - you idiot...

Mullah6: Well, this could be women too, you never know....

Me: oh My God...

In short, they all made fun of me for paying attention to small "pains" like these.

I spoke to a buddy in Mumbai. He too laughed “How do those voices sound?". If anyone has any doubt of my sharafat here is your answer. My best friend, married with children, has no clue to what sounds a woman is capable of making. " Namaz padha kar" was the only advice he offered.

My "problems" are getting "longer" and are happening at odd hours now. It is like free for all at any time from 10 pm, 1 am, and 3:30am. One time it even happened at 6:45 on a Monday morning. Don't these guys have a job to report to, and why do they make so much cheek pukkar as if there is no tomorrow? 

ps: Its 11:15 at night. I know what you thinking!!

BRB...