You’ve got to love that 6.30 am wake-up call on a Saturday morning. Especially when you didn’t ask for it. Even better when it’s music that you don’t particularly listen to, and at a volume that could wake up Kumbhakarna.
This time, instead of blogging about the noise, I went down to the ground near my house and spoke to the guy operating the speakers and the mixer. He was a professional sound technician–he moved the mixer volume knob up and down, something that you’re likely to see children do.
When I asked him why he was intent on waking me up early in the morning, he said, ‘Testing sir.’ I told him to keep the volume down and he obliged. The part that irked me was that there were so many people on the ground who’d come to play football. None of them said anything. There are houses all around the ground. Nobody, apparently, cares for peace and quiet.
There’s a police station a stone’s throw away from the place. Nothing from them. The speakers have blared through yesterday and are still blaring as we speak. It’s the Suvarna Karnataka Rajyotsava celebrations, I gather, from what the speakers say every three minutes. A little late for that I thought, but oh well.
Kannada songs have been blaring into my ears, people have been speaking loudly, later than 10 pm, but it continues. Hopefully, today is the last day.
It’s not about the language, the people, the community, the religion, or the occasion. It wouldn’t have mattered if this was a Christian celebration or a school day celebration. You don’t need this kind of volume for a small ground. You don’t need huge speakers and music played at a volume that can give you a headache. Worse still, music that wakes you up when you’re sleeping.
What’s bothered me most is that the people around haven’t said anything. If everyone had protested, I’m sure that there’s no way this would’ve happened. But, it’s easier to say nothing than to do something. Action is hard, moaning is easy. (Heck, even I’ve been guilty of it so many times.)
Tomorrow, things will go back to normal. And, then again, we’ll have this. Maybe I’ll write about it again, maybe I won’t.
But, like the sound, these words keep echoing in my head: ‘All it takes for evil to prosper is for a few good men to do nothing.’