So here we were, doing another big-ass event which had a large crew. Once again, this large crew needed to communicate with each other and chose the ever-dependable walkie-talkie.

Our first tale involves a gent who’s ilk would be found around Bandra. He was heard  on the walkie saying- and this is true - ‘Where is my boob? Has anyone seen my boob’. Some choked, some pretended not to hear and those shameless laughed heartily. Turns out that our pal was looking for a bloke called Mehboob.

Most large events normally begin with a puja. All of us, from different faiths gather around in a large huddle, close our eyes and listen to whatever anyone says. It’s tradition, it’s something that always happens and it happened again. Everyone had their eyes shut when the accursed instrument blared ‘All those not there, come backstage and do puja. I repeat, all those not there come backstage, we are doing puja, please come soon’. Chuckles and embarrased grins followed. The only person who didn’t find it funny was our dear colleague - called Pooja.

Watch this space for more Talkie-Tales! 

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