On Noroker keet.

I went to a classical concert called Shanti today. it was organised by Indo Occidental Symbiosis and today was the first day of a six day long music and dance programme organised in memory of Ustad Ali Akbar Khan.
The artists featured today were Raja and Radha Reddy and Rashid Khan. I've always wanted to see Raja and Radha Reddy in concert because my parents constantly talked about this recital they'd attended a long time ago, and my father was fascinated by this dance on "thala" as he put it. As a kid i was fascinated by dancing, in fact, i wanted to be a dancer when i grew up. however, my inherent laziness prevented me from learning it. But that's not important. What is important is the contempt and sheer meanness and insensivity that i encountered at the programme today.
The programme started at 7, and Raja and Radha were up first. It's been a while since i went to a dance recital, but i was totally absorbed after the first two performances. after the third, raja reddy came on stage, explained what their next performance would be and went back into the wings.
at this point, right after the music had started playing and the dancers were about to come on stage, a certain baboon in the audience (actually, i don't want to insult baboons either), so an illiterate bastard in the audience started screaming, saying, "onek to holo, rashid khan kokhon ashbe", but it didn't stop there. this was actually taken up by some of his delightful kinsmen who started voicing their precious opinions on the subject. this was followed by more shouts of "get off the stage", "stop this" and suchlike. they finally shut up when the announcer came on stage, and kaushalya reddy stormed off it. the programme resumed after the announcer (compere?) implored the audience to maintain peace within the auditorium. i was really happy when kaushalya reddy took the mic and gave the audience a piece of her mind. and this is my question.
who are these rowdy fuckers and what the hell are they doing here?
why would you go to a concert/ recital if you have no respect for the art or the artists concerned? hell, forget respect, what about basic tolerance and courtesy and decency?
do you really think you have the right to disrupt a performance because you've been "gracious" enough to buy tickets for it? what kind of a jerk does this? i get that you might be a fan of one performer, but who the hell gives you the right to insult the others?
moreover, were you unaware that the day's programme was supposed to have two segments?
jene shune jokhon gyachho, tokhon eirokom oshobhyota korar ki maane hoy? aar jodi naachta nai ba dekhte chao, taale 8tar shomoy gelei parte. 6:30tar shomoy gyachho bolei onyo shilpider opomaan korar kono odhikaar tomar nei.
Gah.
Okay, i'm out of steam now. so this it.
But i hate people who do this, and if i could ban them from visiting these places, i would.
Ghaardhakkha diye ber kore ditum.

i'm confused and worried and maybe a little pissed but i can't tell.
for the most part, i feel indifferent and that's always a little disconcerting for me. not knowing if i care or not. not knowing if it matters or not. not knowing if i want this. not knowing if i want to put my present on hold for a future that may or may not be.

may be this is just smoke deprivation. or lethargy. or isolation.
may be i just feel a bit trippy at this time of the night.
may be.
may be is a strange word.
may be.

i have an augustan exam in exactly two hours,
but for some strange reason all i can think about is temple art and architecture of india and my nursery school.
byaa...

it's one of those days and i've been hit by the rain and the blues and the feeling that I'd rather be somewhere else. maybe betla, maybe shankarpur, maybe just about anywhere along the road.

i miss being on the move. i miss driving past the green fields and the villages. i miss looking up at a sky full of stars. i miss the dhabas along the way. i miss knowing that i'll be somewhere else tomorrow night. i miss the ghats. i miss the scarecrows. i miss overtaking lorries. i miss watching the sun set and the moon rise. i miss the hills, the beach and the forests. i miss the slightly chilly air late in the evening. i miss the rivers and the bridges. i miss the strange road signs and the milestones. i miss counting lorries and their funny slogans. i miss the backless-topless. i miss the uncertainty and the anticipation and the excitement. i miss the prospect of seeing sher shah's tomb or going for a boat ride. i miss the dak bungalows and the dogs that always seem to accompany them and i miss the chicken curry at night. i miss elephants and seeing the odd morichika in the afternoon. i miss playing the strange game of what-lies-beyond once darkness sets in. i miss the smell of woodsmoke and the moonlight on the hills.

I miss.

aami dol khelboooooooo......................
:(

i really need to go to a pub and drink.

:(

dariya...

o dariya...dubne de mujhe dariya...