Amul-Star Show of India

A weekend spent working,meetings,pitches,early morning looooong drives,debates,fundaes etc

and at the end of it all I come home to The Amul -Star Voice of India show.

I get up refreshed .... Bring on the WEEK !

The joy of listening to some divine voices..some amazing talent that is going to rock the world in the years to come.. Thanks Star Plus.

small time crib : get a Chennai/Hyderabad/Abroad audition going ... and maybe we will get some more awesome 'darshan'.

" Zouth India will rock! Junta down zouth aalso goodu saar..
Our idli sambar good for the voiceu u know.Hindi pronounciation kindly adjust . (Thyagaraja keerthanas allowed under semi classical no?) "

back to the show..

There was a conscious effort to 'spice' things up.Drama by the Judges,senti background stories on the participants (damn its almost a reality show in that sense).

But then the concern is that the spice might spoil the biryani..

All the same ... raises the question .. music, dance,cricket ... are these just some concepts to keep man entertained .. assure him that there is something in this world worth stressing your weekends for :) or is there something beyond human creation in the magic that art weaves on us mortals?

There are some guys who have things worth living for...for the rest there is the joy of music

The 'ecstasy' of music get high !

In dino dil mera ....

The Stage

And finally ! its all done .. it’s the time for the journey home at the end of a days work.
A crowd of nobodys drags itself to towards their heath for rest and drink.I lose myself in the daily exodus …drained …. hungry..thirsty.. clawing my way towards an inviting bed.

And along the way shines a light.

The courtyard of a school - lit up. A group of high school students.. still in uniform.
In a formation.. an audio player churns out the music for their composition…

United in purpose ..determined in their will … they sway their bodies to the rhythm

The end of another day ….no not yet… the beginning of a night ? No not yet ..it aint the time to rest…. But their dreams hold them in their trance…driven by their passion they pour their collective souls into their performance….

Ah … another choreography competition .. we manage a smile …

as I permit myself a skip hop in the dry procession towards the train terminal…
as I taste the long forgotten fruit under the streetlight ….
the magic takes me far away to another stage ...another crowd

Iam back under the lights …