part 1
Hey OB,
Theres an inexplicable joy in spending the day at NCPA .... There's that one particular moment when the entire orchestra is tuning up to the note of A, a time tested tradition from the 1700's, led by a stoic oboe, and the air is filled with cacophony. The shimmering strings, the pensive winds, the blaring brass sounding like irate swans.....I feel the hair on my arms rise. It is pure magic. It is my hope that one day you get to experience it! Maybe if Antu ever tours Srinagar as a big boy, with SOi, and you are saddled with being his local guardian, chaperoning him to a concert hall and back. If God wills it.
Am I holding back on the blog? Well I don't want to scare you away! I have frightened you away before, with my intensity and artist's passion. So a little holding back is good, to nurture and treasure something precious. (It's a small flower, with a whorl in the Fibonacci sequence, very delicate, but so far weathering many a storm.) Can you imagine how it would be like being married to me, those twenty years ago? Constant piano practice in the house, morning jogs, endless cups of tea and coffee, long conversations about nothing, furious passionate sex every night.....you would have died by 40. Just as well, you got saved;)
Jamal Sir ....yes he is the person Malav talks about all the time. Sorry, half Scottish, half Kashmiri. Not SJQ, who sounds very insecure professionally, sorry that you have to deal with a person like that. Bombay is FILLED with such people. Terribly insecure. And no thank you, i don't want to meet Jamal Sir. My heart is full, no space for more. Though a Harley Davidson sounds delectable. In my experience, if he's 40 plus and single, he most likely must be gay;)
This is part 1. I have a story for you in part 2. Just beginning the weave....
Are you ready OB?
Aai