Somewhere in my building lives a bathroom singer. A loud one.
No matter at what time of the day – am not there in the evenings really – that I go to the bathroom, I am more than likely to hear him exercising his vocal chords. The latest hits – or horrors – from the Hindi film industry are the usual favourites. A few months back it was Rock On! The singer had no clue about any of the words except ‘Socha haaay’, which he added with full throttle at the end of a string unintelligible nothings.
Sometimes, he is adventurous enough to take on an English number that results in unending mumbo-jumbos rising and falling on a roller-coaster pitch. Without any words to catch on it, or the most tenuous link with a familiar tune, I am left clueless as to what he is trying to sing.
Whatever he lacks in lyrics and tune, he makes up with volume and enthusiasm. What is also amazing, is the acoustics of the building (which I am sure was unintentional) that sends a voice travelling so far, so clear and so loud.
His hollering has ensured one thing: That I don’t hum a single note while in the loo!
Or maybe we should try a duet!