Now that the Kala Ghoda arts festival is over, I can finally take a break from all that hectic blogging at the KGAF blog and give my own blog the attention it demands and rarely gets. (If you have been regularly reading the Kala Ghoda Gazette or drop by there now, you will probably figure out – as an exceptionally intelligent and discerning reader of this blog – that I have contributed a staggering total of five – or was it, four? posts to the KGAF blog – and I know I snuck in a couple of totally pointless unrelated-to-any-event posts there too – but believe me, even that was hectic). Anyway.
More than the events, ranging from the brilliant to the terribly ordinary, what I enjoy about the kgaf is the way the area gets transformed. Everything comes out into the street – and I mean that in the best possible manner – visual displays, stalls, food, performers – check out Harini’s great post – Visual Arts at the KGF – on the kgaf blog with lovely photos. I love walking up and down the area aimlessly, camera in hand, blank look on face (mirroring usual state of mind, I confess). I enjoy watching the kids enjoy themselves, unmindful and slightly disdainful of the boring adult world around them…
Speaking of kids… I came across the puppet show organized by childline – one puppet explaining to the other about childline’s work, singing dus nau aath dial karo – dial 1098 for help and so on…
Watching the puppet show open-eyed, squatting on the ground, street kid barely 4-5 years old, holding on her lap a bawling baby half her age and more than half her size…
And barely three hundred meters away, this…
and this…
