Yesterday was a special concert at Shanmukananda Hall, Ghulam Ali, the Gazal Maestro performing in Mumbai after 20 years. Indeed the magical versatile voice of Ghulam Ali has made me join the Gazhal lovers' club
However that is not the Tete a tete I had.
Mamee and I were waiting in front of one gates of the auditorium for one Mrs. Navinbhai (sorry I don't know her first name, nor her last name) and her daughter as they had our passes with them. They came after some time and we stood there discussing things and the concert. The gate we were at was the entrance for the VIP car parking.
While we were having our chat a car came by with an obviously important looking man, flaunting a VIP pass with him. His car was not allowed to get into the hall premises
"Arrey main sponsor hu, yeh mera hi show hain yaar..mujhe jane nahi dega kya phir bhi..."
Watchman "Sir aapki gadee ka number nahi hain list mein"
Him, showing his pass, "Arrey A row mein important guests hi baithte hain naa...dekh yaar" He pointed to some name on the pass and said, "Dekh mera naam hain idhar...jane de yaar. Yeh mera hi show hain"
The watchman was still reluctant and refused to comply. The man was getting exasperated,
"Arrey teri bat bhi sahi hain, lekin main agar barabar hunga to teri galati ko tu kaise sudharega, gadi jaaney de, agar nahi hogi allowed to wapas bhej dena baahar. Ghulam Ali saab mere hi saath ruke huey hain...."
Suddenly mamee mumbled to me "He's ......" I didn't really get her, rather was not sure I heard her right.
Then to the watchman, "Janey do na inko yeh itna keh rahey hain to...."
All of us joined her too. The man seemed genuine and in a hurry as well.
And the chap had to allow him in, coz he was alone Vs. The imp man and 4 ladies!! Man was he overpowered!
The car was allowed in. The "sponsor" got out and came towards us. Till then mamee told us again..This time I was sure I heard right
"Woh Vitthal Kamat hain shayad" she told Mrs. Navinbhai
"Arrey woh...apde book padhi che ney..Idli Orchid aur main" she told her daughter in Gujarati.
Mr. Kamat came to us and said with folded hands,
"Apki wajah se meri gadee andar ja payee. Aisa hota hain na jab do logon ka jhagdaa hota hain to teesra akey usko nipta deta hain. Waisa hi kiya aapne mere liye..."
Mrs. Navinbahi interrupted him and pointed at mamee,
"Yeh aapko jantee hain,aap Vitthal Kamat hain naa! Apki book padhi hain humne, bahut acchi lagee..."
"Thank you, thank you" he said politely and with pleasure at being recognised. Even after having pointed at the orchid logo on the pass the guard had not recognized him.
He went away in a hurry or else I wanted to tell him,
"Ofcourse aapko help karnaa to hamara kartavya tha...after all ek Kamat hi to dusre Kamat ki help karega!"
My mamee is Dr. Kamat and genetically even I am 50% Kamat!
Sunday, February 26, 2006
Saturday, February 11, 2006
Phool aur Patthar
Labels:
Funnies,
Kids,
Ramabai Days
Place: Ramabai Paranjpe Balvidyamandir, Vile Parle(East). Junior KG class,
Incharge Jaya Tai
Task: Draw a picture with brush and grey paint.
Varsha's turn. She wants to paint a flower. She takes the brush and starts. Well well, the petals don't look that fine...kya karein, she just moves her brush all over the picture in slight disappointment. So now on the paper is just a splash of grey paint!! Suddenly it strikes her
"Hey this looks familiar....."
Jaya Tai watching intently, "What have you drawn on the paper dear?"
Varsha: "Tai its a rock"
Tai: "Hmnn...nice"
I remember the story so vividly...And my tais in Ramabai had good knowledge of child psychology I feel. When later Jaya Tai picked up some of the best drawings to show some other teacher, she selected 3 nice drawings of a house, sunset and a man and handed them to me. Then I must have been staring at my own book hoping she choose it for she lifted that one too and handed it to me.
"Show all these nice drawings to Lata Tai"
I remember at that moment I was on the top of the world.
Later a befuddled Lata Tai asked me
"What is this drawing?"
"Its a rock" I said proudly.
"Have you drawn it?" she asked me with a smile.
That was probably my best day in junior KG.
Incharge Jaya Tai
Task: Draw a picture with brush and grey paint.
Varsha's turn. She wants to paint a flower. She takes the brush and starts. Well well, the petals don't look that fine...kya karein, she just moves her brush all over the picture in slight disappointment. So now on the paper is just a splash of grey paint!! Suddenly it strikes her
"Hey this looks familiar....."
Jaya Tai watching intently, "What have you drawn on the paper dear?"
Varsha: "Tai its a rock"
Tai: "Hmnn...nice"
I remember the story so vividly...And my tais in Ramabai had good knowledge of child psychology I feel. When later Jaya Tai picked up some of the best drawings to show some other teacher, she selected 3 nice drawings of a house, sunset and a man and handed them to me. Then I must have been staring at my own book hoping she choose it for she lifted that one too and handed it to me.
"Show all these nice drawings to Lata Tai"
I remember at that moment I was on the top of the world.
Later a befuddled Lata Tai asked me
"What is this drawing?"
"Its a rock" I said proudly.
"Have you drawn it?" she asked me with a smile.
That was probably my best day in junior KG.
Saturday, February 04, 2006
My Life Quiz
| This Is My Life, Rated | |
| Life: |  7.6 |
| Mind: | 7.5 |
| Body: |  8.8 |
| Spirit: | 7.5 |
| Friends/Family: |  5.3 |
| Love: |  2.9 |
| Finance: |  6.2 |
| Take the Rate My Life Quiz | |
Friday, February 03, 2006
Fishy Story
Isn't it amazing how we change with the circumstances............
Till about 4 years ago fish was something I never touched. I would even make faces and complain about the "aroma" when fish was cooked at home. At Vile Parle (E) Mandai which is probably the cleanest fish market in Mumbai I would stand out with my nose hidden behind a handkerchief. At home I was lovingly dubbed as a "Kalank on Malvanis" or even an "Abnormal Saraswat" because both these are supposed to be "fishiterian" communities. Of course it was very late that I learnt that being a GSB and eating fish do not necessarily go hand in hand. Nevertheless.
Then something changed.....I moved to the hostel. My tryst with the mess food made me ache for lovely home cooked meals. Slowly I started associating the aroma of fish with home food. It was then I realized what girls mean when they say that their MIL's kitchen does not have the same aroma as their mom's and that's what makes them miss their home the most. Now although I would prefer vegetarian food to fish any day I must admit I relish fish, don't mind shopping for it and am slowly turning into a "fishetarian" person.
Till about 4 years ago fish was something I never touched. I would even make faces and complain about the "aroma" when fish was cooked at home. At Vile Parle (E) Mandai which is probably the cleanest fish market in Mumbai I would stand out with my nose hidden behind a handkerchief. At home I was lovingly dubbed as a "Kalank on Malvanis" or even an "Abnormal Saraswat" because both these are supposed to be "fishiterian" communities. Of course it was very late that I learnt that being a GSB and eating fish do not necessarily go hand in hand. Nevertheless.
Then something changed.....I moved to the hostel. My tryst with the mess food made me ache for lovely home cooked meals. Slowly I started associating the aroma of fish with home food. It was then I realized what girls mean when they say that their MIL's kitchen does not have the same aroma as their mom's and that's what makes them miss their home the most. Now although I would prefer vegetarian food to fish any day I must admit I relish fish, don't mind shopping for it and am slowly turning into a "fishetarian" person.
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