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We’ve seen all newspapers write obits about senior Navprabha sports writer Vijay Gad.
The worst thing about obits is that they come in a standard package. I.e. ‘he will be sorely missed’… ‘He was a committed person’… and so on…
One of Vijay Gad’s bit USPs was his ability to laugh at himself… There’s this famous anecdote which he used to tell folk so many times in his own inimitable style…
‘We all know so many journos who've offered chief minsters their ass... But have you heard of any journalist, who's made a chief minister hold his dick? I made Dayanand Bandodkar hold mine...’
That line does it… Once it captures your attention, you ask him, ‘Really, you are surely bluffing!!!’
And then Gad bab goes on to recall the incident which happened decades ago.
‘We were playing an MLAs vs Journalist cricket match. The chief minister Dayanand Bandodkar was the captaining the MLA team. He loved cricket. He (this part we have forgotten… the name of the bowler who bowled this peach of a delivery) bowled a short-pitch ball and I rocked on my back-foot to pull it over square leg. But I misread the length of the ball and it hit me straight on the box… I simply fell and was holding my groin hoping to hell my genitals were intact, when Bandodkar came by to enquire. He made me strip my pants and held my penis examining the damage. Once he was satisfied, there was no visible damage he asked me to quit ‘faking’ and get on with the game.
Imagine someone in his late 60s relating an incident as bizarre as this to his peer and guys 40 years his junior…
We guess this sums up Vijay Gad best… May that twinkle in his eyes glimmer everywhere.