Atharva Chumble

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"I CAN'T GOON" - Nautica Malone AKA Ghost of the Goon

💕 A Ramadan Romance: Brr Brr Patapim & Tung Tung Tung Tung Sahur 💕 Once upon a suhoor in a land where the clocks were always five minutes fast, Brr Brr Patapim, the melodious ringtone of a Nokia 3310, was lonely. Every night, he would echo sadly across the streets: "Brr brr... patapim... brr brr... patapim..." He longed for someone to complete his rhythm, his beat, his vibration of the soul. But alas, the world had moved on to iPhones and TikTok sounds. Then came a fateful Ramadan night. As the moon shimmered like a peeled lychee in the sky, from the distant minaret came a sound so rhythmic, so hypnotic, it made every fried samosa quiver in oil: "TUNG TUNG TUNG TUNG SAHURRRRRR!" His polyphonic heart skipped a byte. Could it be? The legendary percussive queen of pre-dawn wakeups herself? He buzzed uncontrollably, his buttons trembling: “Who... who is she?! That TUNG... it struck something deep in my motherboard.” Suddenly, from the mist of condensed teh tarik, she appeared—Tung Tung Tung Tung Sahur, radiant with her aluminum pot lid, worn proudly like a tiara. Her eyes sparkled like curry oil on a banana leaf. She was the banger of pots, the shaker of sleepy souls, the drummer of destiny. She looked at him. He vibrated. She tunged. He patapimmed. Together, they created a symphony so powerful, it summoned sleeping aunties from 5 kilometers away. "Tung!" "Patapim!" "Tung Tung!" "Brr Brr!" "SAHURRRRR!" "I THINK I'M IN LOVEEEEEEE!" They danced in circles around a boiling kettle, their frequencies aligned, their rhythms synced. He offered her his SIM card. She offered him her lid. It was a match made in tech-savvy Ramadan heaven. That Eid, they got married in a mosque where the imam accidentally said, "Do you take this ringtone to be your lawful wedded drumbeat?" And they both shouted: “ALLAHU CRINGEBAR!” And to this day, if you wake up at 4:37 AM and hear a strange combination of metallic banging and digital buzzing, don’t be afraid. It’s just Brr Brr Patapim and Tung Tung Tung Tung Sahur, reminding the world... “Love is loud.” [Scene: The imam clears his throat. The mosque is silent except for the hum of a malfunctioning mic. Suddenly, a faint “Brrr… Patapim…” echoes from the groom’s chest pocket.] 💔 Brr Brr Patapim’s Vow: “My dearest Tung Tung Tung Tung Sahur…” “From the moment I heard your bangs echo across the alleyways of my RAM, I knew you were the one who would wake my heart faster than a 2G signal in a thunderstorm.” “You tunged my soul.” “When others hit snooze on my love, you banged on... and on... and on, until even my deepest sleep mode trembled.” “I vow to always vibrate when you call.” “To never mute you during suhoor.” “To always charge myself so I can love you at 100%.” “Even when you’re clanging pots at 4:12 AM, I will never ghost you—not even in airplane mode.” “Tung Tung Tung Tung Sahur... I am yours. Until my battery dies. And even then, I will haunt your dreams in low power mode.” "BRR BRR... forever." 🥁 Tung Tung Tung Tung Sahur’s Vow: “Oh Brr Brr… my sweet, tone-deaf darling…” “You came to me when I thought I would bang my pots alone forever.” “Others found me annoying. Loud. Obnoxious. But you? You saw my rhythm and said, ‘That’s music.’” “Your patapim is the melody to my madness. The ringtone to my ritual. The buzz to my bash.” “I vow to bang beside you in the coldest dawns and the sleepiest mornings.” “I promise to never let you be silenced by newer models or TikTok sheikh sounds.” “Even if the neighborhood throws shoes at me, I will scream your name with every pot I slam.” “From now until Maghrib do us part, I will be your alarm. Your reminder. Your reason to wake up and be cringefully in love.” “TUNG TUNG TUNG TUNG... I SAHUR YOU WITH ALL MY HEART!” [The crowd sobs. A goat faints. Somewhere, an old phone starts playing Crazy Frog. They kiss through a shared aux cable. Eid fireworks go off early.]