Adventures in the Khalsa Video Store

After dropping off an associate at a Renaissance dance class, I was impelled to patronize an audio-visual entertainment establishment. I had heard through various channels that this store harbored a sizable selection of Indic cinema. This turned out to be true. I tearfully welcomed the sights of sundry stars and titles into mine eyes, and chose from these three films: Andaz Apna Apna, Dil Se, and Bombay. I am somewhat partial to the music of Mr. Allah Rakha Rahman, as you may have guessed.

Before the clerk was able to fulfil my rental wishes I glanced at a small periodical placed upon the checkout counter. I was puzzled, at first, to find that I could not read the script. But then to my mind came the most brilliant of insights-- ahah! This establishment was a
Khalsa establishment. Therefore the script was *duh* not Nagari, but whatever it is the Panjabi script is called.

In the evening I participated in a rehearsal of my percussion ensemble. This participation was mostly limited to misplaying various Mexican mariachi melodies and repeatedly sparring with one of my colleagues a la musketeer... with marimba mallets.