sibling revelry

my (not so) little brudda’s band kicking up a right ol’ dhamaal, with dhol demigod pappu saeen and sidekick in attendance.



hassan is the one playing the various hand percussion instruments (he looks so cool, no?). he’s now taken up the tabla, and has just returned from a second four-week stint in jullundher city (yup, the one made famous all those years ago by that raggamuffin, apache indian who, in addition, has done more for raising the profile of the divine jalebi than anyone i know), where he (hassan, not the don raja) has been shagirdofying with an ustad of (i’m told) much repute.

he’s been threatening to descend on the cultural capital (punishment) of the world (that would be duh buy, judge saab). sadly these have been idle threats thus far. kids and better-half and i wait with bated breath. (much-much lost time to make up for.) ’twould be nice too if the antipodean contingent (phish and crew) of our terminally dysfunctional clan could wing their way in from sunny mal born, to make it a right ol’ réunion island kind of deal.

for those of you who don’t know, the fourth sibling in our crazy li’l mixed-up muddled-up mix is my elder brudda in isloo-shareef, and the fifth is li’l-sis. (trust me, you don’t wanna know how li’l.)