His Master’s Voice – up, close and personal
Some unforgettable numbers from the yesteryears
It is difficult to pick one particular song from this movie as my favorite but “Chalte Chalte” comes close. Both the lyrics and the tune are mesmerizing.
“Shab-e-intezaar aakhir
Kabhi hogi mukhtsar bhi
Yeh chiraag bujh rahe hain
Mere saath jalte jalte”
Roughly translated…
“In the end, this night of waiting
Will fade out eventually on me
Like this lamp is going to die out
Burning alongside of me”

From the bartender’s corner – Steinbeck
Another drink that I could not locate the origin of the name of. I was looking in Sharmila’s fridge to see what fruits we have. Apparently, “only grapes” was the answer. Did some research and decided to try this drink. I cannot recollect ever before having to squeeze grapes into any cocktail. I would not recommend this to anybody. Just did not have any character in the nose, palate or length.
In any case, this is vodka, club soda and squeezed grapes.

Guess who is overjoyed to see Natasha at home?
Best way to wrap up the week
First time in my life…
From the bartender’s corner – 104 percent
Unmasking my friend!
I thought twice… I thought thrice…
“Should I call out her name? What if it is not her?”
The moment I saw her walking into the airplane aisle, I thought she looked like my teammate Vicki. But the challenge was she had a big mask on and I just could not see enough facial features to come to a conclusive judgment.
What was even more interesting was that instead of going past me, she stopped near me and started putting her luggage up. And then sat down in my row one seat over on the other side of the aisle. She was trying to put her luggage up. Seeing her taking a few moments, I got up to help her. But by that time, she had already put the suitcase in. I sat down.
She looked at the passenger behind her and apologized “I am not tall enough”. And for the life of me I could not figure out whether the voice matched the one I have heard in Zoom calls and the couple of times I have talked to her directly.
I looked across my row. Her face was against the bright light from the window. The contour of her face did not help me much – I have not spent that much time with her. And then, there was the mask, of course.
My mind kept going back to a couple of months back when in a similar fashion, a gentleman sat down next to me and started talking to me mistaking me for one of his friends. And of course, I was trying to figure out how did I know that person. I figured my memory was failing me. We had a great laugh later and have become friends. In fact, I am friends with his son now too!!
Got busy with some office work and completely forgot about the lady till the boarding was completed and we had to shut down our laptops. Looked at her again. Still not sanguine.
Then an idea flashed across my mind. I texted her. You can follow the text message in the picture.
Turns out it was indeed Vicki Thomas. She was going home from Chicago and was connecting thru Atlanta. I was headed home too from our Chicago office!
Of course we had a great laugh. Took a selfie (which I am terrible at) after getting down.

Gift of a lifetime!
The lady you see in the picture – also the elder of the two young kids – is my friend Deval. The gentleman in the picture is her dad Girish M. Swami. He spent his life in three different continents – Africa (Tanzania), Asia (India) and then North America (USA). If he were alive today, he would be 80. Unfortunately, he left the world at the age of 60.
Sitting with Deval this week over dinner, I got to know the life journey of her dad. And the values that he had instilled in his daughters. While he had no formal training in music, he listened to a lot of classical Indian music.
And I have to say – he had great taste in music. Or at least, it was remarkably aligned with mine. You know how I know that? Because, Deval and her sisters have gifted me the entire vinyl record collection of her dad!!
Just glancing thru the old LP records of Ghulam Ali, Farida Khannum, Saigal, Bade Ghulam Ali and the likes, I was simply mesmerized. This was like handing candy to a kid. I knew right then and there which would be the first record I will start with!
Thank you Deval, Krupal and Rachana for letting me be the caretaker of your dad’s passion! Wish I had met him once to discuss Indian classical music!!






