A Male Groupie… Nothing earth-shattering has happened in the past 78 hrs. But yes, my jazz groupr seems to be progressing. Strength-wise we have gone from an ambitious 40 ( of both sexes) to an all-women sextet + 1 conductor. Thus some of us women will double up as bass and tenor. Besides the actual singers there’s this one chap who hangs around (reminds one of a groupie). He likes music and strums well (the guitar). Besides these qualities, his stature, attitude and airs remind one of the swashbuckling heroes in the 
He allows us to practice in his house, which isn’t really a home. It’s an estate, overlooking the sea, with luscious lawns on the outside and baroque-like walls and ceilings on the inside. There’s a grand piano, ornate furniture and lots of family photographs everywhere, the type one gets when a photographer comes home to capture the various moods of the family.
We met his father who used to sing with an ace chorale group( which I had the honour of being associated with) conducted by a regal and very talented Parsi lady. He has long since retired from his singing days, but there is something majestic about his countenance and dramatic about his movement.
Before entering his house, I took a deep breath because I was stepping into a new universe. In the passing I said, “He is eligible”, followed by a ‘He owns a lovely house” ( when he was not around). The tattle-tales around me tattled on and now he hounds me about whether I meant he is eligible or whether I meant he was elegible because of his house.
I said, “ No. I mentioned the house as an afterthought”.
He is left wondering and I am wondering too…
