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Literary Festival - A funny memory !

So it was again Literary Festival. It was again the hypocrite people talking hush-hush, showin off their jewelry and latest fashion, school students kidding around passing their time, lecturers walking up and around full of vigor as if they lived for this moment, volunteers seemed more proud than the celebrities and celebrities alert in not showing off their celebritiness.Whatever. Everything was as usual. I felt that sensation again. I was not envy (perhaps I was) I was more bored this time.

Well First day I attended only one session that is of Gulzar ji and Pavan Verma ; Indian Ambassador of Bhutan and translator. Gulzar ji recited his beautiful nazms and Pavan ji translated them in English. I would tell you , one could not make out which was original. Translation was really beautiful. I have recorded few nazms. I like this session of reading poetry more than anything in festival. I have got collection of good recordings from last time and this time. I have Javed Akhtar , Prasoon Joshi and now Gulzar sir's recordings. :)

Well I am not here to tell you these things. Of course these are important but there was something more funny and cute. Yeah! cute ... few students were sitting behind us while waiting for Gulzar sir to turn up. They were talking crap. The guy reminded gals to ask questions after the sessions (probably their teachers have told them to ask , as it is always a custom after every sessions) So the guy said - You each have to ask one question to sir, okay. First you ask - "Kya aap colgate karte hain.." Then you ask . " Melody itni chocolaty kyun hoti hai.." ... We just couldn't help laughing after he said this. And still whenever I recall this incident I burst into laughter. Kids are kids... beautiful , joyful , careless and what is more precious is that they enjoy each moment without hypocrisy and self-consciousness. 

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