Last weekend, I was whiling away time, by which I mean walking around trying to understand if my almost 2 year old wanted to walk, eat, be picked up. or generally create havoc by pulling at everything on display and reachable to her (or even unreachable, did not matter as long as she could stretch and knock it off its shelf) at one badass massive mall in our city.
When I saw 3 cool dudes walking towards, doing what cool dudes be doing on a rainy Saturday morning; nothing. I glanced towards them, when the one in the middle caught my eye. I scrunched my eyes, hopefully not very obviously, and pretty much stared, in a manner I have been very comfortable with since the day I started seeing The Dude, because I am like ‘Dude, I am taken, so I get to stare all I want without bothering to worry if you thinking I am checking you out, because, come on, my kind don’t do those kind of things.’
Anyway, I am sure it wasn’t obvious, because there was this 11 kilo thing hanging off my neck screeching about the injustice of the world which did not allow her to pull, or break things randomly. But I did use a couple of minutes to wonder if this was someone I had worked with? It was definitely someone I knew.
When it struck me. And I was left gaping, and mouthing soundlessly to The Dude.
‘Hello! Arijit Singh! He sang most songs from Aashiqui 2’, I said mildly diluting the whole celeb struck impact, because The Dude finds ‘Tum hi ho’ annoying. Talk about unromantic.
‘Oh. You are just imagining.’
‘Why would I! It is him! I know it! I recently saw him in Indian Idol Junior!’
‘Then why aren’t people following him? And why is he roaming around like some random guy in shorts and a tee?’
This, I don’t get. So if you are famous, you don’t get to wander around in shorts? But I did not talk of that. Instead I concentrated on explaining to him the fate of most playback singers today, that is, not many people would recognise them.
But I do, because, thanks to my love for Google and Wiki, if I like a song, I do an entire background check on it, including where the singer did his schooling, and how he refused payment for this first contract because the album never took off. I also discuss the kind of ‘human being’ the person is, since wiki-ing him almost makes him a buddy, sort of. And also you should know there are other people like me because I said ‘discuss’, not ‘wonder to myself’.
Anyway, he did not believe me. But I very happily whassaped my sister, and the other two of the trio which believes in such life changing discussions about celebrities behing human (no pun intended), about my good fortune.
My sister said ‘Who is he?’
One of the trio responded with a more enthusiastic (ok, very enthusiastic!) ‘Go tell him we are fans! Ask him to sing for us!’
Ofcourse, I did not do that. Instead, I started a discourse on the various songs he had sung for the extremely uninterested Dude.
After a while, almost an hour later, while I was still whiling away time, by which I mean stopping my almost two year old from licking the floor, and the glass just because, The Dude came up and said, ‘There is your guy again’.
Now he is not my guy. But he is Arijit Singh, so I turned and saw him again, this time even more convinced that this was him.
‘I still think you are wrong, he is not even shopping, he is generally wandering around in a mall!’
Again, I don’t get it. Are singers not people? Don’t they want to generally wander around malls weekend after weekend because it is fun? Do they have to shop? Do they need to shop? Don’t big brands pretty much handover all their stuff to them because publicity?
I was pretty much out of patience, so this time I googled images. People might know I have done this before, with Nithin, a telugu actor, who by the way came in one RGV hindi movie too. I spotted the one which looked most like how the guy looked today and showed it to The Dude.
‘That’s a very common face, anyone can look like that.’
I stopped wasting my 3G, went to Chemistry and bought myself two pretty tops on a pretty decent sale, all while The Dude was whiling away time, by which I mean trying to stop my almost two year old from climbing over his stomach, chest and head and doing a somersault.
We ate at McDonalds, and went home in the rain because it never stops raining in this city.
That, was the highlight of my first weekend in Pune.
And Arijit Singh, if you do read this, and were actually no where around Pune last weekend, don’t say it here. For my the sake of my creditbility. Or go ahead. I give that to you.
By the way, big fan.