People, we have a Bill post. He wrote this on Saturday morning and I was dilly dallying all this while for reasons that will become obvious very soon but oh well, for those of you who think I am mean, check this out. (And Anoop, this is the post you asked for. Enjoy.)
Friday afternoon and people are leaving early, for Mother's Day weekend. I decided I would leave early too and get some sleep before Veena gets in. So took the train ride back and was back bright and early, even earlier than when she gets home (does she ever actually go to work? Apparently she does)
Half an hour later, in walks our heroine.
"Hey! Oh, why are you home this early?"
"I took an early train. But why are you in casual clothes?"
"Well, it's Friday. Casual Friday, you know? Oh wait, you don't. Trust someone who's never done a day's worth of real work to not know of how corporations work!"
"True, I don't. But I know enough to know you don't wear yoga pants and kurtas to casual fridays"
"Oh. Well, I thought I would go to the gym"
"But these aren't your gym clothes!"
"Well, all right, all right Mr Stasi. If you must know, I went for my Bharatnatyam class"
"Bharat Natyam? The dance form? You North Indians may not know, but it is actually quite famous"
"Three things. First, I am not North Indian. Second, I know what Bharat Natyam is. And third, since when do you go in for things like this?"
"Well, I went for classes when I was eight"
"You have been going for more than twenty years and I don't know? Man, you have some major secret life. How did you hide it from me since I knew you? More than six years?"
"Don't be silly, I stopped when I was twelve"
"I fought with my teacher. She was going on and on about this spiritual angle and..."
"Yeah, yeah, your Marxist sensibilities couldn't take it anymore!"
"Oh shut up! Anyway, I just started again last month, after eighteen years. Man, it's so good to get back to it!"
"Last month? You have been to classes for a month and nobody knew about it?"
"Don't be silly. I told you about it. You have forgotten"
"No you didn't"
"Yes I did!"
"No you didn't! Trust me, I wouldn't forget something like this"
"Well, I am sure I told someone"
"Well, it wasn't me for sure. Tell me, tell me, how does this work? How did you get interested in this again?"
"I was always interested in Bharatnatyam. And it's good activity"
"You can go to the gym. Why Bharatnatyam?"
"It's so graceful, no? Not generally jumping up and down"
"Graceful? This doesn't sound like you at all. When did you start going for graceful?"
"I just felt like it, okay?"
"Wait, I know what this is about!"
"This started right after I got my violin, right? Right?"
"That's got nothing to do with it"
"Right! You are all jealous and want to be all culture-vulture like me"
"Nonsense! I am not pretentious like you. Look, I am tired of this, why don't I go take a shower and we can go out for dinner?"
Two hours later....
Swiss Cottage bus stop. Those of you who had the good fortune to be there know what I am talking about. For the rest (I am surprised some tabloid journalist didn't pick it up):
"It's all about the expressions. And the mudras. I don't think you know what that means, it's hand movements that's supposed to..."
"People are staring at you!"
"Like I care. Taka... jimmy.... taka...."
"What are you doing? Who is Jimmy and why are you calling him?"
"Just watch this. This is how you place your foot, and then you bend your knees... Do it with me. It's called aramandi. Now, dit..dit..dei...dit..dit..."
"She's fine, really. A glass or two does this to her.. No thanks, I can handle this.."
"What, I am not drunk, all right? I am just educating you on how this is done"
"Can't this wait until we get home?"
"No, it can't. Once we get home, you will start "Twinkle Twinkle little star" on your violin once again"
"Mozart, it's Mozart"
"Mozart, my foot"
"Yes, yes.. your foot. Keep it in one place, all right? Don't stamp that nice gentleman's foot, will you?"
"I am not stamping anybody! All I am doing is showing you how my hobby is so much cooler than yours"
"I knew it would come to this. Yes darling, your hobby is much cooler. Can we get home now?"
"My hobby even costs less! It's only ten quid an hour. Not like some people we know who pay twenty-five...."
"Yes, yes! Look, I have a plan, all right?"
"You have a plan? You actually have a plan to pay for something?"
"Yes I do"
"Let's hear this"
"I am going to be a busker. Play violin on the Underground. People will look at me and pay money to help poor kid. I think I can cover my violin expenses"
"This is your plan?"
"Of course! What's wrong with it?"
"Nothing darling, nothing at all. Just flag a cab, will you?"