The HR folks organised an antakshari contest in the cafeteria today. Now, desperate times call for desperate measures.
The tone-deaf with good domain knowledge, ‘said’ the lyrics in a bizarre monotone.
I overheard one young damsel cutting a deal with the iT- guy-turned-DJ — half the prize, if he snuck her the songs. He looked at her sheepishly and went back to playing his music.
My knowledge of Hindi music is disgraceful, but I teamed up with one chap who claimed to be a Hindi music whiz, and it turns out he was rather good. I realised that the damsel was rather good with her music knowledge too, so I switched places to answer the call of nature.
I hear they are still fighting over who gets the prize.
Update:
Damsel and my erstwhile antakshari partner won. Now, they get to participate in the finals.
