The sweet sound of silence!

As an only child I’ve never had a problem with being alone. One of the best perks of being an uno-offspring is the silence one grows accustom to over the years! An empty, quiet, house doesn’t bother me…Rather I find it soothing to know that I’m alone and that I won’t be bothered by nagging parents or noisy siblings! I rather like the “sound” of silence! The beating of a fan, the soft hum of the computer as it downloads a whole queue of Torrents, and the occasional cricket (insect NOT the game) I tolerate for a while before squishing its chirpy existence if it’s in an excessively happy-horny mood! (That IS why they do the noisy-chirpy-thingy yes?) I do believe that I’m happiest when left alone in silence, to toy with my thoughts, and stuff myself with finger food! (Left over fried chicken being today’s dish of delight)

But since a few days ago…my silent solitude is shattered by the grating noise of hymns being broadcast over loudspeaker 24 hours a day!!!! I mean it sucks for a heretic like myself to be stuck in an overly devout neighborhood such as this, but having to put up with the noise is just too much!!! I mean its one thing to be asked by old ladies why you don’t show up in church on Sunday – Even though the church is just at the top of your lane/100meters away…but it’s another thing completely, to be rudely awakened by “songs of salvation” at the ass-crack of dawn!!!

I don’t get religion! I never really have! It’s like a ritual more than anything and some of the worst people I know are avid churchgoers! So forgive my blasphemy!!! And religion nowadays is just psychotic!!! It’s all Jihad and Sunday to church-Monday to brothel so I think my own little “you reap what you sow” religion/moral code is the best bet…even if it spells hell-doom-damnation for a baptized catholic like me!!!

But why on gods green earth must all religions blare over loudspeakers??? Are people really that detached from their gods that religious leaders have to force them to hear the good word of the lord through the disturbing distortion of a loudspeaker??? It’s really fucking beyond me!!!!

And its not that I hate hymns either…I quite liked sitting in a church listening to “soul sounds” and the Bishopian choir is pretty damn awesome as well but this shit I’m hearing is like the devils version of church-music!!! It’s vile!!!!

So I’m picturing me climbing the mini-tower where the loudspeaker is hung and cutting a few meters of wire length – just so they’d have to go to the trouble of getting a whole new wire to get their system back online! I’m sure it’ll be seen to promptly but at least I’d have a few hours of quiet to keep my sliver of sanity in check! The thought of killing the damned pastor did cross my mind but I’m sure I’d have a problem getting through the pearly gates with that on my deeds list! My excuse for cutting the wires would be to save a starving child but I haven’t figured out the intricacies as yet!!!

So dear reader (yes I made it singular so it would be more personal and you might actually feel a bond between us) please pray for the deliverance of my mortal soul and ask the good father above not to strike me dead as I scale the tower!!! It’s not that I’m evil or possessed or anything like that…the noise is just too much to bear…I mean its not even nice to listen to…hmmm….come to think of it…what would happen if some deranged atheist psychopath were to rewire the hymn-live-wire to play Led Zeppelin over the system…after all “stairway to heaven” DOES have the word heaven in it!!! How fucking religious is that!!!! *grins* well…gotta go my lovelies! Need to find my cutting pliers and that cheap cassette player I had lying around…these people should get a taste of their own medicine…after all my morals do go along the lines of “you get what you give”!!!!

Ten long years ago…

In a galaxy far far away, lived this boy, he was hot (if he should say so himself) and sweet and charming. He was loyal, noble in is own strange way, and he had character, strong, aggressive when needed, coupled with that teenage cliché “I don’t really give a fuck” attitude! He wore black more often than not, listened to REAL rock n roll (not the shit you hear today) and was fashionably atheist / boarder line satanic.

And like all boys there was this girl. (There always is in stories like this) She was sweet and simple and smarter than the average everyday girl! She wanted to save the world, make it a better place for the female population, but she wasn’t one of those staunch feminists who’d piss a guy off with their overly feminist way! She listened to softer stuff, like Nickleback and Fuel and she too mostly wore black although she would occasionally be found in soothing shades of white or vivid hues of blue and green! She believed in fate and destiny more than any religion and in her most rocking of moments she would let her hair down and head bang the boys to shame to the sounds of blur and nirvana!

So this boy and that girl were friends, things were uncomplicated. Innocent. They would read poetry to each other and debate on when real rockers fell off the face of the earth – they agreed with started with the death of Cobain and was sealed when Aerosmith turned popish. *shudders* he went to school in the bus, she in a noisy girlie school van and when they eventually got home after learning nothing at school they educated one another with long discussions of life, love, music, and hope! They tried cigarettes (and hated them) in the refuge of her bathroom and built their first bong on his balcony! They stole their parent’s alcohol and threw up on concoctions of wine, whiskey, vodka and rum!!! And they always told each other the blatant harsh truth about each other and the lovers of their lives! And cared for each other the way friends are supposed to!

They came to realize why grown-ups are so stupid, (its coz they forget they were children once) and that ice cream and peanuts aren’t as bad as they sound, they spoke of their real dreams and agreed upon living together in a flat without actually getting married and ruining the romance! These two nutters laughed a lot (mostly at nothing at all) had a secret smile, and spoke volumes in the all knowing, all saying language of silence.

And then they grew up and went off to get “educated” further and eventually somewhere along they way to their careers…lost their way. They lost themselves to universities, and degrees and harsh grading systems. Creativity gave way to conformity and dreams died in a blaze of stereotype! And in the blink of an eye life as they knew it passed them by. Everything changed. And each of them got lost in the twists and turns of the big, bad world. They suffered the burden of dead lines and did stuff they swore they’d never do (like work on a Friday night) just to gain a tiny edge above the other losers in the rat race! They compromised themselves and lied to buy more time, they smiled sweetly at people they hated with every heartbeat and grew apart from the people they once loved so dearly! They traded in their rock star lives for cocktail parties with un-fun old geezers and bitchy co workers, and quietly sipped on the likes of chardonnay and baileys wondering when the high would hit – if ever it did!!! They looked at themselves in the reflection of uptown exclusive pools and in the sweet scent of candlelight loathed themselves for falling so far and hard from their once grand dreams!

He no longer listens to rock n roll with whiskey and weed – coz of random “controlled substances” tests in the course of his career and she’s too busy advertising bullshit to be bothered with feminism! She can be found wearing a sexy business outfit and she never lets her hair down or wears black eye shadow to bring out the mild Goth in her and he is commonly clad in white shirts with bars on his shoulder with sleeves that are just long enough to cover his tattoos!…no more t-shirts blaring the screams of their misguided youth or other statements that one would expect of them!!!!

But every once in a while, people swear that the tattooed boy from far far away, meets up with the queen of party hard, at cheap techno pop nightclubs, they take out a bottle of mineral water topped with whiskey to the quiets of the grounds below and have their poison in ritualistic fashion and when the high hits them, just as it did ten long years ago…they grin at each other, laughing at nothing at all, secretly smiling, and speaking volumes in the all knowing, all saying language of silence reminiscing of their grand youth and the shit they pulled off and they sigh…knowing that once upon a time in a galaxy far far away they rocked, totally!!!

Dedicated to MY generation – the one of rock Saturdays, white horse, and clubbing at 15!!!! We had one helluva run…and by god the kiddies of today have absolutely nothing on us!!!! We are like the generation of the 70’s you see on TV, when partying was new and rules hadn’t been drafted, when cops didn’t patrol the streets at night and faces were so familiar when you went out, the times when strangers shared stuff and a thousand bucks would get you smashed beyond your wildest dreams! Oh how I miss those days! Oh! how. I. miss. those. days!

The Soundtrack of my life…featuring Taylor Swift!

I am not quite known for my soft spoken, polite or courteous way…not at work at least! In my field of preference, profanity and harsh barked orders are the norm, stresses run high, sharp words are spoken, and colourful language is redefined! Multiple adjectives are almost always used; turning an everyday normal wrench into a ****ing 7/16 open ended ****ing wrench…not technically sound but the people seem to understand things perfectly! I take a twisted sense of pride that I can swear my way into getting things done…and in a place where time really does matter its something that’s not held against me. I get the job done.

So after the crash and grind of metal, the drone of heavy engines and the scream of full throttle flight I find it soothing and settling to sit myself down in a corner, sip cool lemon juice and listen to easy going music…these days it’s the likes of that drop-dead-gorgeous Taylor Swift!!! My phone is cram jammed to the very last megabyte with songs by her and Leona Lewis and other soppy characters singing about everything from teenage crushes to shattered hearts!!! So after a day of heavy work I’m most likely to be found smiling softly to myself, eyes closed picturing Romeo and Juliet and their love story!

Of course this is a god send for the co-workers! Being single and generally not giving a rats ass about the happenings of the world around me I’m free of the group bugging, cat calls, whistles when the phone rings etc…I was untouchable…UNTIL the hands free jack came loose after a particularly heated profanity day!!! So there I am after everything eyes closed in my own reverie of peace when I feel the room come alive and peels of laughter…you know how it is…when your half asleep but you can just sense the movement around you…so I open one eye to see a couple of grown men slow dancing and another on bended knee “proposing” to me!!!! I instantly hit the stop button, woke up-regaining my senses, and asked in my most non-polite of tones what the **** was going on (In singhala of course which makes it just that much more sour) to which they cat call, moan and groan and start singing –

“Your beautiful, every little piece love, don’t you know, your really gonna be someone… ask anyone”

Then the evil a**holes wrestled my poor innocent phone from my hands, threw the hands free kit across the room and made me listen to “Stay Beautiful” as they hooted and grinded and made kissing noises at my expense! Then to add to matters they went through my play list and discovered bleeding love, teardrops on my guitar, run, I’d lie, our song and a whole load more of songs that their teenage daughters would swear by on MY phone…NOT FUNNY!!!! So after a few more agonizing minutes of getting bugged about my musical inclinations we all went off for lunch, followed by the usual half and hour or so of sleep! (Yes we sleep at work after lunch…deal with it!)

Woke up an hour or so after to attend to a departure, so walked out only to realize the tool crib had been cleaned and that my tool box wasn’t where it was…so in usual fashion I asked the good citizens of the workplace if they had seen my box to which I heard the scream in response…

”Ado has anyone seen Taylor Swifts tool box…she cant find it lu”

*sigh* there goes the scary “get it done” attitude!!!!