The New Year of 2026 began not with peace, but with a relentless assault of high-decibel noise from Ayyappan devotees. From New Year's Eve onward, speakers erupted with continuous sound, displaying a disregard for law, civic morality, and the well-being of others—as if they were the sole inhabitants of the universe.
No sooner had their observances concluded than a new wave began: a discordant cocktail of noise from various temples, each broadcasting its own message, blending into an indecipherable cacophony. This was swiftly followed by the amplified calls from mosques, completing the cycle of auditory siege.
These factions, by claiming dominion over public space through their religious institutions, inflict a profound disturbance on the general public. Our town has been transformed into a living hell. This is our New Year’s reality—a state of torment stemming from the total failure of the authorities to protect people's right to peace.
If God exists, He has surely fled elsewhere in search of quiet. Such is the state of our divine town.
With that, I extend New Year wishes to all—from the heart of this bedlam.
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