Yesterday, the father of one of the students here rang up asking if anyone wanted to go see a performance at the
I was warned in advance that this gentleman is a little ‘strange’. That’s all I was given. I didn’t think too much of it since his son is one of my favourite students. I figured he was just a stage-dad. Which he is. And *so* much more. The man loves to talk. Constantly. To the point where you can’t get a word in edgewise. Conversation tidbits on the way to the theatre:
Mr. Narayan: (to me) Over there are the Parliament Buildings.
Me: Yes. I...
Mr. Narayan: (to son, who’s 10 by the way) Udit, do you know the name of the man who was hanged for trying to blow up the Parliament buildings a little while back?
Udit: No.
Me: (Silence. Honestly, what do you say?)
Mr. Narayan: (rambles on a bit about the guy who tried to blow up the Parliament) We don’t shoot people in
Me: Jeh.
All of the costumes were shiny and wild and filled with colour and full make-up.
Okay, to be honest, I'm not going to review this show...... I just don't know what to say. It was nice though. Culturally different, so I don't know *how* to review it. Not Kathakali, but it's as close as I'm probably going to get.
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