Red-faced, Grover pretended not to have heard her right. But when she insisted he was shrunk ('sukad gaya'), he gamely put on a smile while others did not know which way to look.
A similar faux pas occurred with Srichand Arora after he had finished conducting the exercises.
Arun displays his music box |
And then there was the music from Arun Patil’s tiny ‘silver box’ to further enliven the proceedings and as always, be the cause of much mischief. Vintage Mohammad Rafi numbers seem to be flavor of the season with singalongs and comments flying thick and fast during the exercises. Nahid Khan once appealed that should she get “waylaid” by the songs, we should bring her back on track; but now she does not need an excuse to clap and hum to herself like a lost sleepwalker. Arora stays alert on the lyrics and is quick to point out any absurdity on the musical declarations of love. But one person who couldn’t care about these subtleties of music and dances (rather gallops) to his own beat is Hari Singh Shekhawat. With such madness around, who cares if the weather is cold, dark or windy?
Harish Wadhwa:
* You guys need to just chill and enjoy the mornings. As long as this solecism brings smiles, it is fine. Who cares for the rest anyway...
* Nicely written and crafted blog today. Kudos Blog Monster!
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You guys just need to 'chill', and enjoy the mornings. As long as this solecism brings smiles, it is fine. Who cares for the rest anyway...
Nicely written and crafted blog to today. Kudos Blog Monster.
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