Madhuri Aunty dance like me, thatha

So says Siddarth, spinning round the living room to a Madhuri Dixit dance video. I don't usually contest his utterances. I don't think she would either, if she knows how much of her fan he is.

My camera work doesn’t do justice to his dance.

Siddarth’s Bollywood dance routine is a daily after-dinner event, unless of course our young friend has prep-school the next morning. He goes to school thrice (at times, only two days) a week.

Siddarth is such a Madhuri fan that he wouldn’t dance to anyone else’s number. Aaja Nachle is his favourite.


Ms Dixit may charge royalty, if only she gets to know that we often use her name to persuade Siddarth to finish his carrot-rice (something he finds particularly unpalatable). A mere mention that Madhuri Aunty loves carrot-rice works wonders. Ditto, for oat-meal – ‘Madhuri Aunty eats it to become strong’.

At breakfast at this Danville restaurant his daddy let it be known that the aunty at the cash counter would give Siddarth a lollypop, if he finishes his pancake. For effect, he added Madhuri Aunty loves syrup with her pancake at this place. After a mouthful our young friend asks daddy if Madhuri Aunty gets lollypop for having her pancake.