Music beyon Aamir khan's party

It was strictly music and masti on Saturday night when Aamir Khan and Kiran Rao invited a motley crowd of friends from Bollywood to meet Gustavo Sanataolla at home. In this case home was the Pali Hill bungalow of Nuzhat Khan, Aamir’s sister and mother of Imran Khan, where Gustavo held court with a Spanish guitar.

The Argentine musician, who left his Oscars, Golden Globes and Grammys behind, thanked Aamir for inviting him to Mumbai to score the music for Kiran’s debut film Dhobi Ghat. And then he let his guitar do the talking. Starting with A Love That Will Never Grow Old from Brokeback Mountain that won him the Golden Globe for Best Original Song in 2006, Gustavo strummed softly into the night, singing soulfully, holding wild Bollywood party animals like Salman Khan, Anil Kapoor and Saif Ali Khan in check. Also sprawled out mesmerised around him were filmmakers Imtiaz Ali, Karan Johar, Kunal Kohli, Anurag Basu, Rakeysh Omprakash Mehra, Ronnie and Zarine Screwvala. And young Imran Khan and fiancee Avantika, Pratik Babbar, Shankar Mahadevan and Ehsaan Noorani.

Salman came like he had just finished a workout at the gym, in singlet with muscles rippling, Saif sported his pre-Agent Vinod look, a kurta hiding his chiselled torso, and Anil came looking like himself, courteously extending a hand to accept starlet Zarine Khan’s greeting. By 2.30 am, the party was just warming up, and Shankar joined Gustavo by singing Chura Liya and quite a few other numbers.

Saif, who can play the blues, was anxious to jam with the Argentine musician and kept calling for a change in tempo. By 4 am, the energy had reached a peak, when Aamir took up the vocals with Orre Taal Mile Nadi Ke Jal Se, Nadi Mile Saagar Se. He translated the song line for line for a bemused Gustavo. And then Kiran called a dinner break while Anil looked at his watch with amazement, wondering whether it might not be a better idea to have breakfast, instead. Gustavo, who’s taken to Indian food, was heard asking for rotis to go with his dal-sabzi. “Can I have that round thing with butter on top,” he was saying.