Just saw this Kalyan Jewellery ad which has Amitabh Bacchan in the role of a rural school teacher seeking help from his ex-student to get the school roof fixed.
Reminded me of the incident last week when I unwittingly helped contribute to building a roof over a school in rural Konkan.
What happened was this. I was searching for the Dadar-Matunga cultural centre where the famous Shruti Sadolikar was performing, and asked a passerby for directions.
"Just take a right at the junction, and the building is the 2nd on your right" he told me.
I took the right and there was the board proudly saying "Dadar-Matunga Cultural centre". I promptly went into the building, where I was greeted by a small reception committee all of whom were flaunting very large and colourful badges that important committee members usually like to wear.
I did not know why they were so enthusiastic on seeing me so I quickly told them that I have come to listen to the music program, and not to perform. At that their joy further increased, and I was escorted to the reception table where I bought a ticket.
While I was waiting for the auditorium doors to open, one of the badge wearing gentleman came up to me and started a conversation:
He : "Thank you very much for attending this music program"
I : "Not at all. In fact I was looking forward to this program since quite some time".
He : "Yes, we need the encouragement of patrons like you to help re-build the school roof. Were you a student in that school?"
I : "umm.....errrrr"
He : And we find nowadays very few patrons like you supporting new and upcoming music talent".
Shruti Sadolikar is by no means a new and upcoming talent. I took a quick look at the ticket. Then I noticed that the ticket mentioned the venue as the "Yashwantrao Chavan Cultural centre" and the performing artiste as some Vasant Deshpande.
I had got into the wrong building.
I made a smooth and low profile exit somehow managing to avoid the reception committee. Shruti Sadolikar was just about to begin her alaap when I entered the Dadar Matunga auditorium situated in a narrow lane next to the Chavan hall.
Reminded me of the incident last week when I unwittingly helped contribute to building a roof over a school in rural Konkan.
What happened was this. I was searching for the Dadar-Matunga cultural centre where the famous Shruti Sadolikar was performing, and asked a passerby for directions.
"Just take a right at the junction, and the building is the 2nd on your right" he told me.
I took the right and there was the board proudly saying "Dadar-Matunga Cultural centre". I promptly went into the building, where I was greeted by a small reception committee all of whom were flaunting very large and colourful badges that important committee members usually like to wear.
I did not know why they were so enthusiastic on seeing me so I quickly told them that I have come to listen to the music program, and not to perform. At that their joy further increased, and I was escorted to the reception table where I bought a ticket.
While I was waiting for the auditorium doors to open, one of the badge wearing gentleman came up to me and started a conversation:
He : "Thank you very much for attending this music program"
I : "Not at all. In fact I was looking forward to this program since quite some time".
He : "Yes, we need the encouragement of patrons like you to help re-build the school roof. Were you a student in that school?"
I : "umm.....errrrr"
He : And we find nowadays very few patrons like you supporting new and upcoming music talent".
Shruti Sadolikar is by no means a new and upcoming talent. I took a quick look at the ticket. Then I noticed that the ticket mentioned the venue as the "Yashwantrao Chavan Cultural centre" and the performing artiste as some Vasant Deshpande.
I had got into the wrong building.
I made a smooth and low profile exit somehow managing to avoid the reception committee. Shruti Sadolikar was just about to begin her alaap when I entered the Dadar Matunga auditorium situated in a narrow lane next to the Chavan hall.
2 comments:
Phew! ;)
You have written about such a simple incident but it's delightful.
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