Music of the season

The image on the right is a rather unique one. Three people singing Islamic Iraqi music inside the First Christian Church in Bloomington, Indiana. A sight for sore eyes and music for the aching heart, indeed. And what wonderful melody. The crowd listened mesmerised at the Lotus festival. Ofcourse that is an assumption since I was completely lost in the voice of the lead singer myself. I am no believer in heaven, but personally I came pretty close that evening. Inspiring indeed !

Some other concerts worth mentioning were a crazy Brazilian samba group at the Buskirk-Chumley theater and ofcourse the Indian music that comes in every year to remind me of what I am missing out on :)

Ofcourse the best part of all this is being able to hang out with friends and dance until late in the night. Every home needs a library and every town needs a music festival. I am glad dear old Chennai does. I hope someday it will shed it's conservative coat and become as open to world music as B-town is.

This year we were lucky to see the colors along with the music which was the feather on the cap for Lotus. I notice sometimes that there aren't as many people on the road as I would expect during such a festival. I wonder why that is.

The past one week has been about getting back to work and mundane affairs of life. If only I can take a little bit of the fun with me everyday wherever I go .... :)