The National Anthem
I feel that I am living in really hard times here in Kathmandu albeit it’s our capital city. You know, not inflation or investment or earthquake or politics wise but sleep wise. Every early morning, I am chanced to a predicament. A school has shifted in the neighborhood and each morning, before their classes resume, they have a school assembly, where of course, they play the national anthem. But what bothers me is the fact that our glorious anthem is played on a giant of a loudspeaker.
Very well, it’s our national anthem, so, should I stand up from my bed, erect with hands folded on my chest and sing along to it patriotically every morning or should I do something about it? Now since I am a spiteful rascal, I feel it to be disrespectful of them to create noise pollution in the neighborhood. Yes, it’s a national anthem but it’s also a disturbance especially when one is sleeping and the national music is blasted to create havocs on your conscience. Whatever!
So, one morning, they, as usual, played it loud and clear. On my resentful whims, I got up from bed and threw the damn pillow at the window grating but after realizing that it won’t have any desirable effect, I stomped to the telephone and dialed 100.
A lady answered, “This is the Nepal Police, and how can we be at your service?”
“I have complain to make” I replied curtly.
“What is your complain, sir” she inquired.
“Ummmm…….., they are playing the national anthem!”
Tuuut tuuut tuuut tuuut tuuut………….. (The telephone line went dead)