I was just asked by my senior citizen neighbour to reduce the volume at which I play my music. And it's way past 9 am! I quickly turned down the volume but not before wondering why it suddenly bothered him since I've actually been playing my music louder ever since I moved in. I'm thinking it must be the Fela Kuti, all those saxophones and drums must have gotten the sweet old man all riled up. I wouldn't mind switching to Dean Martin, except I don't think he ever sang in Punjabi...
I can't help thinking though that if it were my Dad, he would have asked his neighbour to pump up that funky Afrobeat!
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This reminds me of a rather interesting movie, filmed in India, about a man who couldn't sleep, the night-watchman kept banging his stick because the apartment supervisor told him to.
The fella who couldn't sleep got into all sorts of squabbles with other tenants.
The movie, though amusing, was quietly tragic.
I don't know the name of the film though...I caught it on tv just after it had started so missed the name.
I think it's Hulla. I haven't watched the movie but I remember the seeing the promos.
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