She was miniscule, a slip of a girl (who would slip through a 9-a.m.-crowd without causing a ruffle), agile thin, and scrawny. She came into the crowded compartment and charmed us into squeezing our bundles of flesh and bones into narrow crevices for her act. Her brother beat up a rising and falling tempo on his two-sided drum made of some synthetic material (not leather, actually) and she began to contort herself. She bent into a reverse “U” shape I had been trying since ages to perfect, only that I would break a few vertebrae if I tried. Then she drew herself through a small ring, the whole sliver-like length of her. Then she does a cartwheel standing and then turning a full 360 degrees in the air. A gymnast, a gymnast, I said to myself, she could be India’s answer to Nadia Comaneci, only she has no godfathers.
With the continuous pack of lies being unreeled in the Commonwealth Games (If you don’t know what’s up the game organizers bought treadmills for 25 lakhs which were actually worth 4 lakhs, that is six times the cost. If it happened in Beijing or Timbuctoo the man would have been sacked right away. But see him, the chairman-vairman, he doesn’t even show a grimace. Hey guy who are you fooling?) fiasco and the hockey chief’s shameless demanding of sexual favours I wonder if India will ever be a sporting nation.
Ah well, the girl then went around with an aluminum vessel for a collection. Many paid. Even I dropped a Rs 5 coin. That’s my contribution to a future Comaneci.