The other day a friend of mine asked me what was the one thing which i miss the most ? It does not take a scientist to figure this one out. i knew exactly what i miss the most which is ...............my dads music night with his buddies.
Believe me when i say my dad is an extremely talented individual. Sometimes i feel like there's nothing he can not do. He could built a miniature resort with a box of card board, paint amazing art pieces ( he would bribe me when i was tiny,with his sketches of my most adored cartoon characters when ever i try to ditch my meals), he could lure an audience with his witty jokes and comments and finally he could sing better than most singers i know back from home.
My dad loves his music night with his buddies, the natural performer within himself breaks through when ever the neighbors and relatives join. It was great when i was a kid, me and my younger brother would be allowed to sing along and we would clap here and there when ever we could, However during my mid teens it become a tad annoying. it was not the singing that would set me off, it was the vintage musical instruments which my dad and his buddies would use.
Its like they all had planed when they were younger to get their own particular instruments. my dad would bring out the speakers, mike and his "harumuniya", one of his friend would bring out the clapper thing and his other friend would bring his "hit on the bum and hand" instrument (i am not aware of their original names, so i made up names for these instruments).
SA....RE...GA...MA...PA...DHA...NI...SAAA........ the gang would always start off with their vocals. The whole time my dad would be playing his "harumuniya" . during these years when ever i get a hint of music night i would plot my escape and seek refuge at a friends house till i am sure that i was clear of any damage that might cause to my ears. My poor brother is however unfortunate, he on the other hand is not allowed to leave home therfore he would be stuck at home buried in his "emo" stories till its all over. Some nights.... i too become the poor unfortunate soul. During those nights my brother and i would imitate an earth quack and fall on the bed giggling when ever my mom rolls her eye at us.
Over the years the frequency of dads music night with his buddies became less and less. And i grew up from the age where the rebellious ranging hormones were always blamed. I started to appreciate the music night.Those nights which they perform NOW would not be complete without a verse from me and my brother. We would clap and sing along and tease mom when ever dad sings his trade mark song " dheewana huva badhal". i am glad that those days where the " harumuniya" would annoy the hell out of me was history. Its been more than six months since i had been with my family. and the one thing which i miss the most now is my dads music night with his buddies........ and i just cant wait to be back home!!!!
