I've known about Award Nights . (I didn't say I have been to one. Just saying....)
And red carpets, and flared gowns, bow ties, and people ties, swishing cars and banging doors, gliding Mercedes and flashing diamonds, sachharine comments and sweet truths, and folks literally flying in, harnessed to a massive cage above a stunned audience....
I wonder if anyone has heard about Award Afternoons. About arriving sputtering in a vehicle, with one less wheel than a Mercedes, open air style, convertible on the sides. To be greeted by a spiffy shining dark jet black dog, who smells the air around you with deceptive ease, and lets you pass with his boss saying "Namaste". Then someone takes everything on your person (except you) and passes it through an X-Ray machine. I am just glad they don't see my broken rib and fused tailbone. Your belongings are then returned to you, and you enter the Republic Day Brunch Parade.
This is about the Parade, I did. On Republic Day, January 26. 2014.
At the Courtyard by Marriot Mumbai Airport. Who held a contest to define Republic Day as a dish, and asked us what it should be and why....
Naturally, as befits a 64 year old person, brought up on the celebratory properties on Payasam, my entry was a poem about the Patriotic Payasam.
I won . :-) Those Payasamically curious, may read the poem here.
A Brunch for 2, on Republic Day , at their Mo Mo cafe. Naturally, the family photo expert attended with the camera.
The only thing different here was, that WE were the parade, as we walked amidst the breads and the salads, and chaats, and regular lunch stuff and pastas, regaled by the mocktails.
A bit different from sitting in one place, inside barricades, either cheek by jowl with muffler wrapped folks, or elegantly wrapped in shawls in special enclosures, applauding , seeing the various folks go by....
Ours was a perspective of the parading types. who watch the folks in the stands and galleries.
And naturally , this being Election Year, we had something to say about certain folks.