My Former Neighbours

I saw some of former neighbours on my way back home today. The house next door to ours in Thrikkakara was rented out in 2005 year to a family of 5. Our earlier neighbours were very nice people – the father of the house died in a scooter accident when I was about 17. He is survived by his wife, son & daughter. His wife currently lives with their son, who is a Air Force pilot and his wife & kid. And the daughter lives with her husband and two kids in a house near their old one.

The family that came to live next to us seemed to be a good family as well – but they sure were noisy as hell! The two boys in the family are probably in their late 20s now and then in their early 20s. Their mom & sis are much more petite but they sure made up for the lack of size by high decibel levels. The father it seems is the odd one out, not only do I not know what he looks like, having never seen him, but he is also kinda quite! The two women and the younger guys used to have loud discussions from 10 pm to midnight and often beyond that. What’s more, I think their voices would scare the dog, Shawny Jr! She did not seem to like to spend time in that side of our plot and preferred to be in the front veranda or to the left side of the house.

The discussions could get pretty aggressive at times and it seems like some blood has been shed at one point or the other. I think it is the mom or the daughter who is the loudest. I have never met them, only seen them but not been introduced at all) so I can’t really make out which voice is of the mother and which is of the daughter as the two are quite similar. The boys start the debates rather whole-heartedly but give up in the end and surrender meekly to the ladies. Sometimes at night, when I’d go to the downstairs bathroom I could hear them go at it, as the boys’ room is on the side of the bathroom (shit coming from both).

The one good thing I like about them is that the guys have good taste in music. They are huge metal & rock fans with Metallica seeming to be their favs. But they play the music so loudly, my dad used to tell me that I’s never have to play my stereo system as those guys play theirs so loudly. Occasionally though they have played some stupid stuff like Celine Dion and Madonna. And they sing so badly, voices that sound like a metal pipe being viciously rubbed with sandpaper. One afternoon while going to feed the dog, I heard one of them mercilessly killing a song – it took me a while to understand that he was actually singing(??) that asshole Enrique Iglesias’s song (the one that goes “Why, Why”. I ran as fast as I could.

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