Thursday, December 07, 2006

Of musical Wizardry and of musical Snobbery

It's Habba people!

Bangalore in December is simply brilliant. The weather chills you to the bone on those long drives back home on your bike of choice. Back from the cultural and artistic extravaganza that is Bengalooru Habba. Concerts and dances and dramatics and you-name-its all within a span of a week in over 10 different locations all over Bangalore make this a memorable week.

The Gayana Samaja.

It is this association near the Fort High School where mostly classical concerts are held. The area is not frequented by the fashionable and hence not on the to-go-to list of the hip and the happening. This is the haunt of the no frills serious connoisseurs of classical music.

The Concert!

December 6, 2006 was a musical high-point for me. It was the day I attended the Veena recital by one Kannan Balakrishnan along with Vivek and Jayanth. It was definitely the best the Habba had to offer so far and I might go as far as to say that this concert will be in among the best that I will ever attend. Ever.

Even though the event suffered a poor attendance, the artists performed their miracle. As a sign of a
ppreciation, this sound, "Ptlech" is uttered by the "connoisseurs". These utterances are often at every perceived musical wizardry and are quite frequent and quite irritating. To have some fun at their expense, Jayanth and Vivek started spouting the sound at every other instant during which the crowd was silent. As though this was not enough, a mobile phone started to go off very loudly. I turned back and uttered the sound as a mark of annoyance. In the next instant the same sound was uttered by a couple of elderly connoisseurs seated behind me!

The concert of a life time peppered with fun and musical extacy.


Saturday, December 02, 2006

The Worth of a college T-Shirt

I write this piece mentally picturing the finger to all those snobs who are ashamed to wear a T-shirt from a college they were once a part of.

The setting:

I am in Bangalore on some work and I am heading back to college. I arrive at the KSRTC bus-stand and hop on the first bus that is heading in the direction of Mangalore. The bus is bound for Hassan. The bus leaves Bangalore at 12:30 pm and due to a delay, arrives in Hassan at 5:45 pm. I hop on the bus to Mangalore at 6:30 pm, which arrives in Mangalore at 12:30 am.

Now, my college isn't in Mangalore, but a little way off. The last bus that heads that way leaves at 10:45 pm. That being the case, I am stranded at the KSRTC bus-stand in Mangalore at the God forsaken hour of 12:30 am.

The chance encounter:

The seats in the bus-stand aren't very comfortable and sleep is next to impossible. I place my head on my knees and try to catch up on some sleep. Minutes seem like hours and after wandering around the bus-stand for the umpteenth time, I finally settle down on a seat with my head on my knees.

At about 2:00 am, I get a tap on my back. "Are you going to Surathkal?", comes the question. Yes is my reply.
"Come, we'll give you a drop."

The bike ride at 2 am:

To say I'm surprised would be an understatement. How did they know? "We saw your T-shirt. We have two bikes and we'll give you a drop to your college". I was wearing the T-shirt from the college fest of two years past and my college name was clearly visible on the back.

2 am is a brilliant time to ride a bike all-out on the highway. Unfortunately, the term "highway" is highly figurative here and road left much to be desired. Where the road is decent, the ride is pleasant. I reach my college at 2:30 in the am. What a night!


And... Thank you, Zubin from NITTE, for that bike ride.