Kabhi aana tu meri galli

Life is most interesting when the facade comes off.
When we human beings stop being what life has made out of us, and start being what we really are.
Or we really were, at least till the lack of time responsibilities hit us.
So yesterday I was witness to an event where facades really came off and left a certain section of the audience wondering ke ye kya ho raha hai?
Euphoria was playing at the Bandra festival yesterday and as luck would have it I was there.
It was ten minutes into the concert, and Pallash Sen (the lead singer of the band) was already in the mood, and was going about his trademark jump act.
He suddenly stopped and said “ye anup jalota ji ka bhajan concert nahi hai. Kya aap log sab baith kar isko dekhne waale ho?”
So within next ten minutes everyone was standing and watching concert. And by the time the band started singing Mai Ri, probably there most famous number till date, everyone was up and standing on chairs and grooving with the band.
A large section of the audience included young couples who had come with their two, three and five year old kids.
It was a funny situation. The kids were all sitting on the chairs. And their mothers, who thankfully were not wearing sarees like their mothers would have but jeans, were standing on top of chairs and dancing, singing and grooving away to glory.
Songs like dhoom pichuk dhum, kabhi aana tu merei galli, ab na ja, probably reminded them of the days that were.
When life was about going to school and college, and coming back home and having food with your mother sitting next to you on the table.
It was definitely not about taking the 6.45 Fast from Churchgate to Andheri and getting home to a weeping kid who refuses to do his homework, unwashed dishes because the maid did not turn up and a mother in law who hates the fact that you work.
When life was about the first crush that got crushed and not about the permanent husband now, who really hasn’t turned out as she had imagined him to be.
The songs went on. The mothers were dancing and singing at the top of their voices. The kids, sitting on chairs were quite bewildered and seemed to be wondering ke mummy ko aaj kya ho gaya hai ke wo kursi par chhadh kar naach rahi hai....
That’s what happens when you go back to what was a part of growing up!
Some day the kids will understand why on that random day before that random band performing at the Bandra Kulra Complex, their mothers stopped being mothers, and went back to being girls that they always were.