Lady Flora was sporting a colourful bandana; ‘very Grecian, with an interesting pop of colour for her all-white ensemble,’ Sir PM thought. “My Lady, pardon my inquisitiveness but is this a new look that you’ve decided to experiment with? I quite like the vibrant rush of colours that beautifully compliments your outfit,” he added, trying to sound as polite as possible. His friend smiled at his observation. “This is an addition to my wardrobe; I tried this look for a recent concert. I loved it, especially after all the compliments. Now, I am ready to include it to my pedestal appearance. I hope the public will approve.” Sir PM was puzzled at having missed out on the development with his friend. “Concert…what concert? Classical? Was aapro Zubin back in town?” He sounded upset at having not been a part of his friend’s plans. “Oh, Pheroze, I knew you wouldn’t be game, what with your aches and pains, to attend this show by a popular touring American rock band who performed live at the Turf Club grounds. I’d heard so much about them from my pedestal; visitors had been discussing it for months. I am way too curious, as you know, so I decided to see what the buzz was all about.”

“And was it any good?” Sir PM asked, surprised and silently amazed at her adventurous side and the extent she’d go to explore new experiences. “It was fabulous. The music was foot-tapping, though after a point I needed to place cotton in my ears. I noticed many fans sway back and forth as if on a boat, or part of a séance. Later, I discovered that there’s a term for it— ‘headbanging’. I also spotted older citizens–not our vintage, of course–turn out in good numbers. Their laidback vibe as they soaked in the nostalgia made for a trippy, picnic setting. These bandanas were up for sale, which is how I latched on to a few. I quite liked my look, and have decided to continue wearing it until the rains arrive in full gusto. What was most heartwarming at the show was the sight of Bombaywallahs across generations—grandparents, parents and their children—all turned out to enjoy the music. A reminder of how this city appreciates its music and is a decent, well-behaved bunch. Even the food was yum; the rain-battered grounds were also walkable, thanks to a sturdy tarpaulin-like base.”