The choir types!
“You don’t look like the choir type”,
snickered a colleague, when I announced that I was leaving to make it in time
for CCM practice. I asked him what a “choir type” looked like and everyone
around chimed in with their version of what fit the bill – words like “sedate”,
“reverent looking” and “pious types” were bandied about and some high pitched notes
were shrieked out for my benefit to showcase what “choir types” sounded like. I
tootled off for practice, after explaining to them that I didn’t sing in a
church choir and that even if I did, church choirs hardly consisted of pious
singers (sweet choir boys and convent girls are a myth J). I listened to the learning tracks in the car
(as with many of the other members of the choir, I listen to everything last
minute in panic that I will be singled out during rehearsal to check if I know
my music) – a rather “reverent” list ranging from “Who put the bomb in the bomb
ba bomb” to “Heal the world” to rock gospel and everything in between.

We were in Goa for a music festival in 2012 and the sea air is enough to make everyone a bit crazy. Feni (that heinous drink that I am sure
a few choir members who will not be named, have eternally
sworn to never
partake of again), boisterous dancing including some on the bar counters, and
more hedonism ensued over the next few days amid singing at a stunning church
for the festival (such a memorable performance!) and at the governor’s house
overlooking the sea! One of the
afternoons when we were all together at one of the shacks, Vanshika received a
call on her cell phone - it was the cab driver from the night before. Sanjaya
and a few of us were around her and overheard her saying something about
“Whatttt…your pants…no, how could I have your pants, what are you saying?”.
Sanjaya, always quick to jump into anything that looks vaguely murky, said “Oh
my god Vanshika, what is this with the cab driver and his pants. What happened
last night? You girls uff”. We all
roared with laughter and Vanshikha tried to make sense of the cabbie’s
rantings. It all settled down after a
while as it turned out that she had picked up a packet from the cab, thinking
it was hers, and therefore depriving the poor man of his trousers!
And so the madness continues – these are
the only “choir types” I know really.
But don’t be

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