Pankaj Udhas came to town. He is a 62 year old native of India who has carved a niche for himself with his melodious bassy (not smelly, but low freq desi) voice to sing Ghazals. Primarily written as poems of love, the cultural origins are Arabic that made it to the Indus valley in the 11th and 12th centuries and finally morphed into today's music that sometimes appears in popular Hindi dramas created in Bollywood. For a person of that age I would be surprised if I am able to get a complete coherent sentence out let alone sing with such depth and nuance as to amaze a fan base crowd of about 500 in the local auditorium. The attendee demographic was largely 40 plus in age and not surprisingly almost 40% Urdu speaking which I had never seen in any bay area gathering before. Yet some of the native silliness was evident in the organization of the event to the execution of the program. While there was ample surrounds to accommodate and manage the modest crowd the ticke...
Among human crayons I am Brown. Also, my thoughts bounce around and resemble the idea of Brownian motion. This blog is an interface for the reader into this unique jello I call my mind. A mind so fertile anything grows. An agnostic yet curious mind. A mind attempting the Horatian or Kabirism maxim of Carpe Diem or Aaj kareso aab. Rated W I L D for wilfully irritating to large demographic is sometimes the latter - graphic in its descriptions. Caveat Lector!