A beautiful vignette

As we sat at the Prithvi cafe, we heard a lilting music emanating from a distance. Did not give it too much attention, however after a little while when the melody persisted, I got up and followed the source. The man had a long white flowing beard that reached down to his stomach, a bald head and a smile that completely animated his face. He was dressed in black pajama-kurta and held in his hand a hindustani flute. It was the first time I had seen such a big flute. As the man continued playing, it was a very quaint setting, with the man playing jana gana mana and instructing his student about some of the intricacies of playing a particular note, somebody walking with incense to keep away mosquitoes. Yet what was most striking was the fact that as some of us sat and listened to it and basked in the beauty of what he was creating, there were a couple of teenagers on the next table talking loudly about something as inconsequential as watching "Dus" and how hot Abhishek Bachan looked.

Don't know why but it irritated the hell out of me.