Mysore, India. Day 10
I am currently writing on Peter’s computer as my poor computer is acting up. My mouse (I forgot it did this) likes to act up and move around on it’s own in a violent fashion, making the entire computer impossible to operate, so thank you Peter for helping me catch up with my blogs!
So Day 10!
Fun times. It’s Friday (well it’s now Saturday morning (well now Sunday morning- I’m trying to catch up but my computer troubles are making it difficult), but I’m going to pretend it’s Friday).
I am waiting for the moment that we get out of our lesson, as my body is overdue for a break from the physical. However Chelsea, our resident bendy person, seems to be thriving from all of the dancing and yoga.
We had some egg-noodle dish for breakfast (and spoiler alert, we had some noodle-dish for diner too – someone must have heard us talk about how some of us were getting tired of rice.) which was surprisingly good? Noodles for breakfast seems weird, but ey – so does spicy coconut chutney but it’s still delicious.
After dance class and lunch I opted out of the lecture we had today on the long history of yoga and what it all means, as I really needed some time for myself and some time to rest (we’re all encouraged to listen to our bodies and react accordingly, and this includes skipping out on things to rest if need be).
Here is where I wanted insert something introspective, perhaps something to be considered “artsy” but my current mood isn’t allowing me to do that. Oh well. I wanted to explore the merits of removing oneself from the world for a short while, to gain perspective. But we all know this (I think). I’m a little disappointed I couldn’t come up with some really cool words to express this, but at the same time, I don’t want to disgust you with fake sentimentality. Instead I’ll probably continue with some dad-joke, or if I can’t think of one, I’ll just continue with the narrative of the day.
For the evening we planned on going to a concert featuring the Violin Brothers of Mysore, a Finnish post-new-wave saxophonist and a bharatanatyam dancer.
Side note: have you ever hear of the band Saran?
They mostly wrap.
The event followed a celebration of Mysore University’s 100th anniversary, with featured an address by the vice-president of India.
Super big deal.
As we were approaching the MASSIVE outdoor tent-covered venue (thousands of seats) we walked by a never ending line of police, with a wall of bats against the night sky overhead. We arrived as the speaking portion ended, and the stage crew began to set up the stage on top of the stage for the musicians to sit upon and play (you will often see this at music concerts in India).
Let me tell you it was loud.
A loud which is louder than you’re thinking of. A loud in which all individualistic distinctions between instruments was annihilated by the loudness. A loud where the band had so much trouble hearing themselves that they couldn’t play together. A loud that was meant to travel to the outskirts of ring road, which boarders all of Mysore, to announce the importance of the event.
That unfortunately is all I could take away. When I had both my ears plugged, I could mildly distinguish melody and musicality.
The walk back to the van was lovely.
With frantic mind,