Noise - 20091021

Two mainland post-graduates brawled in the hostel of CityU. The cause was suspected to be the persistent noise created by door bang.

Hong Kong is such a tiny place which millions of us have to squeeze out our everyday life. At home, we are so used to share a room with our siblings and be segregated by double-deck beds. In MTR, we pack ourselves with other commuters like a swarm of sardine. In the workplace, most of us the frontline foot soldiers could only hide behind a tiny table, or luckier in a cubicle with partitions low enough to see and be seen. Even in a park on Sunday, you would see loads of domestic helpers. Without prejudice, we are embraced by noise.

Sadly, noise is something you could never get used to and assimilate with, no matter how long you have faced it. Even worse, Chinese is a people nowadays see no importance on respect. Their selfish genes outmuscle the rest. Uneducated fathers keep on playing DVDs full of war scenes, in the reminiscence of the almighty leader Mao and the Red Army, and thus your home is full of bang! bang! bang! Uncivilized aunties just keeps on yelling to their phones, commenting the clamouring soap operas in the closed train compartments. Uncontrolled bosses impersonate Pavarotti with their room doors open. All of them are self-centred without exception.

As mankind is fallible, even the most decorum one, would break up when the tipping point is reached. Facing continuous noise, no matter Hong Kongers or Chinese, would at least talk back and more noise is thus generated. The vicious circle repeats.