The day, 7th of course, was just another day in the life of any other - the gym, the stresses of moving a 67 year old body among weights and machines, the office work soon after, the meetings to convey to conduct life in absence, instructions on further business practices, debates on Income Tax ; death and IT being the only constants in life, the farewells to the grandchildren and daughter, a pity and a remorse, the packing for the journey, formal informal, cold and heavy weather, the endless drive to location but the opportunity to finish pending paper work en route, fans of long standing, from around the colony, from Autralia, the hour of putting on Genius the genie from Aladin and on the set, the rap, the moves, the song and dance, vigorous and inventive, mostly my own innovations, rushing out with soothsayer in tow, I can read faces, I can read numbers, I predicted Bhutto’s assasination, er.. is that a pertinent qualification, I am to travel and reach in time for the airport, ok.. shall meet you next time. Moharram processions on the streets, black dresses, beating of drums, religious symbols held high and with pride in the air, uniformity of dress and expression and voice, the other uniform in multitudes of presence, walkie talkie’s, whistles, van full of force, all strategically lined up to prevent smooth temperament. Traffic at snarl, 3 hours for a 45 min travel. Could have flown to Delhi and back !! Home at last, quick bite to sustain the ride over the skies and continents. Airport !! Consruction, zealous security personnel and a million people all set to be not on ground. Its a bee hive of activity, security by the gate, security by the baggage, by the ticket check in, by the officer verification of Immigration, by the armed at the scanner machines - mine take longer always, never able to figure out the excessive toothpicks and the back up mobile phones; they do know I break mine often. Cramped security facility as the airport reconstructs, how ever do they or are they able to detect prohibited material. Into the comfort of the interiors of the plane, yellow female assistance, polite reassuring servile autograph and photo hunting, also bed making, sleeper suit eye mask head phone providing, extra pillow giving, shutting cubicle and good nighting. ‘Singh is King’ing for a whiling !! Wondering, how ever did this become the biggest and record breaking collector at box offing, despite Akshay warning me in Toronto to leave my braining behinding…

Slumbering, intermittently and finally landing to 1 degree at Heathrow. Cordial reception at gate and buggy and preferrential guidance to the front rows for rapid exiting. Not good advising. Last time breaking the cue in garb of VIP, upset the officer. No harm. Stand in cue. Better ethics. We are not preferred customer, will go along with the others in turn. Ya.. so what. Only a hundred hand shakers and a hundred and fifty mobile photo takers !!

In the room, connecting to internet.. lovely fast speed of operation. Settled and writing to catch up with EXTDFAI..

Got that - ‘EXTENDED FAMILY !!

Here to conduct make up test, by specialists from LA for film ‘PA’ and then Salon du Cinema, Paris a retrospective..

I need to put head to bed.. for now instead.. i have been fed..