Post by Thoithoi O'Cottage on Nov 30, 2014 11:18:39 GMT 5.5
We drove. No destination in mind. Needed to be out. More like just that. Not out in days. Mind stiff like muscles that have not exercised for days.
Hari Nagar Bus Depot. Traffic. Red light. 150 seconds. Waited. 100 seconds. "Why this road particularly?" my mind which hated stalling at that moment told me. Took the road with green light. Just for the sake of moving. Continued along the road. Smooth. No stopping. No red light. Moved. Delhi Haat. A road direction indicated. I knew when it opened. Recently. Just less than a year. Had not ever been interested. The INA one has bored me enough. Too traditional. Nothing new for it to be called creative. Traditional things, before they became traditional, while they were fresh from the creators' burning fire were creative. No more so now. There is no more creativity alive in traditional and folk things. They are museum pieces. To be honored.
Followed the road. Drove into it. The sound of a traditional musical performance. I avoided that diverting my attention toward something I was never interested in discovering.Foods of various lands. Uninterested here to. The sound of music had changed. Climbed the open air thater. It was amazing. The music and the performance. All bamboos.
All the instruments were made of bamboo. The drums, the xylophone, the ... Everything. It was really creative. Surprising. It blew away my blues. I was excited. My spirit was raised. It kindled me, my defunct creative mind.
Excited, I took this video. (No editing done.) I very rarely take photographs or videos.
After the performance, I went to the band's room. Talked with them, observed the instruments. I will post the photos of the bamboo instruments, also of the band members. I will talk with the band leader and request him to speak about the instruments.
Hari Nagar Bus Depot. Traffic. Red light. 150 seconds. Waited. 100 seconds. "Why this road particularly?" my mind which hated stalling at that moment told me. Took the road with green light. Just for the sake of moving. Continued along the road. Smooth. No stopping. No red light. Moved. Delhi Haat. A road direction indicated. I knew when it opened. Recently. Just less than a year. Had not ever been interested. The INA one has bored me enough. Too traditional. Nothing new for it to be called creative. Traditional things, before they became traditional, while they were fresh from the creators' burning fire were creative. No more so now. There is no more creativity alive in traditional and folk things. They are museum pieces. To be honored.
Followed the road. Drove into it. The sound of a traditional musical performance. I avoided that diverting my attention toward something I was never interested in discovering.Foods of various lands. Uninterested here to. The sound of music had changed. Climbed the open air thater. It was amazing. The music and the performance. All bamboos.
All the instruments were made of bamboo. The drums, the xylophone, the ... Everything. It was really creative. Surprising. It blew away my blues. I was excited. My spirit was raised. It kindled me, my defunct creative mind.
Excited, I took this video. (No editing done.) I very rarely take photographs or videos.
After the performance, I went to the band's room. Talked with them, observed the instruments. I will post the photos of the bamboo instruments, also of the band members. I will talk with the band leader and request him to speak about the instruments.