Said and unsaid by Naughty Kurinji

“What raga is this?” the old man asked my neighbor after listening to Sriranjani’s thesis of the raga for over twenty minutes. Then my neighbor turned to me, a resigned look on his face.

“Kambhoji,” I said.

“That’s exactly what I thought,” he said, relieved.

I smiled. The number of times I’ve heard that. This is really what I wanted to say to both the gentlemen: “Pray, why don't you should just Kam down and feast on the bhojan outside.”