At 6:30 AM sharp, one could hear "Itni Shakti Hamein Dena Daata" wafting from the Tihar Jail across the street. Quite a nice prayer song to wake up to. How must the jail inmates feel about it though? They must care two hoots about such a song being their wake-up call on cold January mornings when all you want to do is pull the scraggly blanket a little tighter around you and snooze till eternity.
Of course, it is a different thing altogether when the song plays again twelve hours later, at 6:30 PM sharp. In the evening, it really does fill you with a sense of devotion, because you've worked hard all day and you hope all of that has been morally sound and will bear fruit.
Living right across the Tihar Jail has a disadvantage. There are network jammers installed in the vicinity, and making mobile phone calls is a pain. You have to get out into the balcony every single time, banging the trap door shut so that no mosquito escape into the bedroom. Then you have to brave the chilling breeze, ignore the stares of random construction workers and neighboorhood aunties and remind yourself to talk softly lest the residents upstairs eavesdrop on your conversation. Worse still, you might wake up their little baby.
Talking of phone calls, at least two have to be returned. Mother-in-law and father-in-law had called the previous night to wish her a happy new year. She hadn't been able to talk to them though as she was sadly finishing her footlong sans the sweet onion sauce.
Of course, it is a different thing altogether when the song plays again twelve hours later, at 6:30 PM sharp. In the evening, it really does fill you with a sense of devotion, because you've worked hard all day and you hope all of that has been morally sound and will bear fruit.
Living right across the Tihar Jail has a disadvantage. There are network jammers installed in the vicinity, and making mobile phone calls is a pain. You have to get out into the balcony every single time, banging the trap door shut so that no mosquito escape into the bedroom. Then you have to brave the chilling breeze, ignore the stares of random construction workers and neighboorhood aunties and remind yourself to talk softly lest the residents upstairs eavesdrop on your conversation. Worse still, you might wake up their little baby.
Talking of phone calls, at least two have to be returned. Mother-in-law and father-in-law had called the previous night to wish her a happy new year. She hadn't been able to talk to them though as she was sadly finishing her footlong sans the sweet onion sauce.
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