I pushed myself forward to look beyond a gang of people who were clicking pictures with their oversized cameras......precisely many iPads were used to show off their sophistication, thank god they opted out to use their laptops to snap it, though live skyping was going on the other side as people who sat in front seats hardly noticed what was happening on the stage.!!
Two friends of mine had also accompanied these visual treats. I became restless with high decibels sounds that echoed within the auditorium, though it could accommodate barely a crowd close to hundred. I certainly had a mindset that girls who were trained in Bharathanatiyam as well as Carnatic music would be a Big ticket..!!! nothing wrong in my mindset as a rational Tamilian, I said to myself.
After giving a good break to these restlessness, Krishna and Vashisht, who could listen these for nuts, left the place by cursing "Ot**, nee thirundhave maatte da". Any day better than your Apple cheeks and cucumber neck, you moron., I wanted to say (he always wanted a Kashmiri girl with those high fair tone with dark eyebrows). I cursed Krishna that he will never get a lap dance as he pointed me saying "Fu**tard, let's leave".
“Let me see something!!”, I said to myself as every single person were proud to hold their oversized cameras to show off their blurred photography skills.
At last, I was able to see some tender feet, of course I could recognise it was her. I felt like those feet took the whole restlessness of mine. she had beats around her ankle. I was almost dead by that.
Those beats were placed on a red based cloth to light up her fairness. My eyes popped out once my head was twirling with the beats followed by the flute and violin.... what a soothing .... I brimmed, I was put on airs even before I completed the soothing scene.
If u ask me to write an entrance on Bharathanatiyam, I might even get a negative marks for my disinterest towards it (of course, not the dancers).
I felt sorry for my friends as they missed it to attend one Marvadi function. It was purely for sweets and over gheed dishes, of which Vashisht has always fantasized about.
I stood up right immediately to place myself where she does those mudras looking at random people, but didn't wanna screw her show.... I still convinced so called fore thinking thoughts and stood at a place where I wasn't prominent.
she was dead already as she danced for Thillana, portraying the cosmic energiser Lord Nataraja. The host started reading out her extra terrestrial English notes. I hardly came through those words. May be I should tell her none of us peep into editorials. Anyways it was packed with Raagas and Thaalas. After hearing a large vocal notes from Mistress English, I reclaimed that it was a break for the dancer to breathe and to have a check on her foundations.
I could only hear about their chief guest's Padmasree praises and her latest book written on psychology and cosmic energies, which was related to particle physics according to me. “Why don't you guys talk about her cherry burgundy based silk Saree and her attire which looked like one of the Indian God's consort”, I grumbled.
The costume was completely sizzling and made my day. She had a long neck and limbs which was set at its beauty when she stood like Lord Nataraja. My eardrum wobbled when her teacher instructed her step by "Ta Ki Ta Tha Kha Dhi Mi...... Ta Ka Dhi Mi…. Ta Ka Ta Ki Ta". This number was the last of the concert and she was brisk on her feet. Those ear drops swung to her jathi and soothing flute. Of course a rarest culmination of vocal, violin, flute and her presence rejuvenated the entire crowd to applaud. I was elevated to a divine status, apotheosis, as God spared me to witness this.
The next Saree being a pink based kanjeevaram for a song which was a romantic number portraying the intimacy of Lord Perumal and Andal, I wanted to introduce this way, but they were contented with “composition JAVALI and Raagam Tillang.. Taalam Rupakam”. Of course, they wouldn't have let me in as I stood with light men for a better sight.
The best part being the Javali, which was a Telugu composition with its nectarine quality and mellifluousness which sufficed as a best vehicle for musical expressions, as I heard these from Mistress English.
"Are u still drooling or they made u collect those used coffee cups", Vashisht asked over the phone.
"You can never get a girl with your obnoxious thoughts, you moron!! stop staring at the nuptial room and pick me up", I sighed.
“Let me focus”, I scolded myself. This time it's romantic genre and I have all expectations for an incredible interpretations of those lyrics. The scene was framed in a way that Andal, the bride, entered the nuptial with all excitements and fear behind those eyes. Being a consort she was bedecked with garlands all over her. As the song goes, the Lord removes his garland (background score being flute at its best).
…..what else a guy can personify, if his girl plays this over a stage and winks at you. !!!!!
"Enna vazhka da", saying so I sat on a chair without removing my eyes on her.
I could hear my dad screaming for coffee... May be far away from my place.. sounded like when someone wakes you up from coma. I was little paranoid for a moment, when my mom shook me up.
"wake up ..!! it's already 12 noon", she sighed.
I blinked.. blinked.. and then blinked !!
P:S- Not based on a true story :P
