Honestly, I was a li’l skeptical if Wayne would really “connect” with the Indian audience… well, “whose line is it anyway” was a TV show and like all TV shows it does go through a line of editing but here its live, the audience unknown, heck! We are really in our own unique way a different breed… when asked “what do you do for a living?” we say “Business” and on “What business Sir?” we say “Own Business” you see what I mean. The challenge is to improv on this…As an audience we really do give in a lot to the act, but last night…woot! We were one super fun audience.
Sorabh Pant opened for Wayne Brady and yes, go ahead pun on the word “Pant”…pants were on fire! he called himself the Falguni Pathak equivalent to opening for a pink floyd show or the Varun Gandhi coffee date before dining Angelina Jolie…KLPD? Not this one. He was total paisa vasool…not that I had paid any paisa which makes this even better. Profit counting anybody? Wayne Brady rapped right in to words suggested by the audience “laxative” “Sabohsah-Samosa” “Soliloquy” and a few more...his improv circle buddy Jonathan Mangum from “Whose line” hooted , whistled and had a few stomachs unstitched. Now, if you thought “arre, we are a bollywood bunch, what this Brady shady business” I demand you take it back…Mr.Brady’s Bollywood dance is a riot…he can give them munni’s and sheila’s a run for their money…of course, I have had the most longest crush and hence, I could be a tiny bit biased. Heck! you go ask any strong willed man present at that hall and even he will tell you his fine “Black Dog” whiskey filled tummy was hurting from all the laughing. Btw, if you thought Wayne Brady was just a comic…no no, the man can sing and dance…a Fred Astaire an Elvis with the talent to make you laugh. Awesomeness?? You bet. Now, before I get my panties in a “Brady” bunch and sulk over how soon the night was over, I am going go now and nurse my aching belly and a “I want more good times” hangover.