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ShareMy good friend Kunal Vijayakar, who baffles science head on by consistently remaining eight years older than me year after year, decided to cheer me up. However, a man in a violet bathing gown doing the cha-cha-cha is not enough to relieve the tension of ageing.
Kunal, who is mature and refined as a man can be, then went on to plan B, (which infuriatingly baffles science further by always following plan A), as part of this plan. Kunal cocks his head to one side, raises one leg and then moves his belly from side to side without any assistance, until those passing by are convinced that there are planets beyond Pluto, (which by the way remains a planet for me till Mrs Billimoria returns the mark she cut in standard five for omitting Pluto from the planet list in the first place).
Four seconds later as the pain of lifting one leg two and a half inches off the ground got unbearable, Kunal moved to plan B, strategy 11A. This is generally an unthinkable solution--you ask the bereaved who's un-celebrating his birthday to choose his own gift.
This didn't work out primarily because to locate one beautiful woman, who would provide forbidden pleasures, was tough enough. So two was a near impossibility for poor Kunal who enjoyed his last date on Tuesday, July 21, 1979 with a girl who could only see sideways. This talent really didn't help Kunal's case in the first place.
Finally, we settled on something. The gift of peace and quiet. This was done not just by removing the Udit Narayan album from the taxi, but by Kunal taking my wife and kids out for dinner.......without me.
So a very happy birthday to moi and wish you the same.
