Right, so it’s been a couple of weeks. Amit Varma has in all probability wound up his recent multi-city promotional tour, promoting of course his maiden novella - “My Friend Sancho”. Flipkart actually got it’s first order (pre-order) on the 9th of May at 10:29:27AM.
Even with my Flipkart perks (whatever they may be) I couldn’t get hold of one till the 15th. Our pre-order stocks had already been spoken for and I had to wait my turn. Once I did have it though, I was hoping to:
i> Read it through the night, so I’d be more clued in when
ii> I met him Saturday at the meet-and-greet in Bangalore.
Only one of the above two materialised.
Caveat Emptor: As clichés go, no one gives a damn about anyone - until the point where someone attains some degree of fame - which is when long lost friends and relative unknowns begin to surface from the woodwork. I am about to do not just that.
Back when I was a Mumbaikar, I had the pleasure of making the acquaintance of a certain Shindig. Sure, Shindig has a regular name (like an Anand or a Mangesh) - certainly one that is more common than say a ‘ Jamie’ or a ‘Sambit’ - but Shindig has a nice ring to it. Shindig started of as a reporter for one of the noon-dailies in Mumbai and primarily covered local sports. He then moved on to bigger and better things, which eventually led to him introducing me to Amit.
Some audio had to be recorded, edited and podcasted . . . Amit was the voice, which means Shindig and me were the ensemble of Producer/Sound Engineer/Audio Technician. That was almost 3 years ago, to the day. And we did a splendid job too.
If I remember correctly, the three ponytails probably painted a pretty picture. Per se.
Having read “My Friend Sancho”, here’s one of the things I realised: In a parallel universe, Shindig could very well have been the person that we now know as Abir Ganguly.
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