"My laptop is making a hissing noise!"
I'm texting my friend from school and the next 30 mins is spent brainstorming the possible reasons and a fix for it. This included me trying to keep the laptop on the bed instead of lap and checking few hardware points that might have possible died. I finally give up, I tell him that i gotta continue working as i'm supposed to be working from home and put on my earphones with korean music screeching through my earlobes.
An hour later, he texts me " Is everything okay now?" and surprisingly, i'd not noticed it since we stopped chatting. An eureka moment and i figure out the reason - Nothing! its just plain boot sound. The room was unusually silent and had made me paranoid
What made me freak out today while I've not noticed these noises on other days? For starters, my in-laws and the baby were asleep - they were in a bliss from the afternoon nap. Being a weekday, the neighborhood was also silent with everyone at work.
Silence - its a crazy word . Sometimes its creepy, sometimes sleep inducing, other times termed as golden for all the obvious reasons.
Back in the schooldays, the teacher would just have to use the phrase 'i want pin drop silence' and some of us would giggle sitting in the last bench. Simply because - you can never hear a pin drop in Bangalore. There is always a ambulance screeching its way, a teacher teaching at the top of her voice, the choir group practicing with the utmost shrillness and the watchman whistling - not to keep people away but mostly to keep himself awake.
Growing up, learnt that silence is golden - be it when the lecturer catches you while bunking his class, when the external invigilator is cranky and asking you 'unanswerable' viva questions, when the best friend is furious at you for ditching her to meet a guy or returning home at midnight with your dad lecturing you about the wicked outside world.
Now, i'm at a stage where silence is not an option. We gotta talk! " we don't hear enough from you" my first manager had pointed out. and there began the saga - saga of never stopping to listen. Have been talking ever since.
Mr. husband is back home from office. He gives me a 'are-you-crazy' stare as i've been amused by my own thoughts the whole time. I remove my earphones to hear what he's saying.
"Always plugging those into your ears! I called you FOUR times before you turned!"
He's obviously furious and i'm not ready for another round of lecture on you-get-detached-when-listening -to-music
"What is it that you were complaining about the laptop? is everything okay" He finally asks and the golden word comes for rescue again - SILENCE
I'm texting my friend from school and the next 30 mins is spent brainstorming the possible reasons and a fix for it. This included me trying to keep the laptop on the bed instead of lap and checking few hardware points that might have possible died. I finally give up, I tell him that i gotta continue working as i'm supposed to be working from home and put on my earphones with korean music screeching through my earlobes.
An hour later, he texts me " Is everything okay now?" and surprisingly, i'd not noticed it since we stopped chatting. An eureka moment and i figure out the reason - Nothing! its just plain boot sound. The room was unusually silent and had made me paranoid
What made me freak out today while I've not noticed these noises on other days? For starters, my in-laws and the baby were asleep - they were in a bliss from the afternoon nap. Being a weekday, the neighborhood was also silent with everyone at work.
Silence - its a crazy word . Sometimes its creepy, sometimes sleep inducing, other times termed as golden for all the obvious reasons.
Back in the schooldays, the teacher would just have to use the phrase 'i want pin drop silence' and some of us would giggle sitting in the last bench. Simply because - you can never hear a pin drop in Bangalore. There is always a ambulance screeching its way, a teacher teaching at the top of her voice, the choir group practicing with the utmost shrillness and the watchman whistling - not to keep people away but mostly to keep himself awake.
Growing up, learnt that silence is golden - be it when the lecturer catches you while bunking his class, when the external invigilator is cranky and asking you 'unanswerable' viva questions, when the best friend is furious at you for ditching her to meet a guy or returning home at midnight with your dad lecturing you about the wicked outside world.
Now, i'm at a stage where silence is not an option. We gotta talk! " we don't hear enough from you" my first manager had pointed out. and there began the saga - saga of never stopping to listen. Have been talking ever since.
Mr. husband is back home from office. He gives me a 'are-you-crazy' stare as i've been amused by my own thoughts the whole time. I remove my earphones to hear what he's saying.
"Always plugging those into your ears! I called you FOUR times before you turned!"
He's obviously furious and i'm not ready for another round of lecture on you-get-detached-when-listening -to-music
"What is it that you were complaining about the laptop? is everything okay" He finally asks and the golden word comes for rescue again - SILENCE
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