”No, boy! you must be one of my dearest students. I fail… I fail….”
The boy stood on a benign smile. Behind him stood a squad with more than one string to their fiddles.
How’s Chandu? How’s Nandu? When did you come from Canada?
Come on boy. I can’t stand this. Do not keep me in a state of suspense.
I shall give you a clue. I go for a musical performance at NIT, Calicut.
There rings no bell!
Shall I have a photograph with you, Ma’am?
I didn’t even stand with Farhan Aktar for a photograph, the other day. That’s my dear teacher.
He told his team-mates. Flashes aplenty.
Come on. Blab it out. Can’t stand any more.
My name is Benny.
Two decade’s story in a nut-shell. A lot to laugh
That was none other than Benny Dayal, the far-famed musician and playback singer wearing a winsome smile, quite unassuming as he had been!