If Music Be the Food of Love...

... I'm full!  There's nothing like a holiday or celebration of some kind to bring out two things in India - a never ending supply of very unsafe fireworks and loud tasteless music.  Of course, New Year's Eve was no exception.  It started (quite late) at 4pm at our apartment; a loud unrecognizable noise which remotely sounded like 24 monkeys playing kazoo's, and one of them on drums.  By 5pm we had progressed onto 'real' music including a rousing disco version of Wham's Last Christmas.  What makes it worse is that we are surrounded by apartment buildings that form a very inconvenient echo chamber meaning that the booming bass booms even more.  Thank god we were going out for dinner to escape the infernal racket!!!  But at our New Year's dinner we didn't escape it either.  After expecting quite violinists in the corner, come 11pm the thumping DJ started playing a mix of bad 80's disco (I kid you not when I say the last record of the year was D I S C O by Ottawa as I recall...) and Bangra Bollywood Beats.  And not content with pouring our free flowing fizz all night, come midnight, the over eager staff decided to drench us with it too, much to the chagrin of Tom, who protested loudly as the bubbles missed his new Christmas tie by inches!  Anyway, back to the music.  It started again today, New Year's Day.  At 8am.  Fabulous.  Happy New Year and here's to a noisy 2008.