Interview with makeshift band:
After singing till 4 a m, the next morning I pounce upon the makeshift band for an interview.
Look, Niraj says, 'Leave us alone. We haven't even brushed our teeth yet.'
'Then brush your teeth, guys. You want some toothpaste? '
Five minutes later, M: So you want to sing only Kabir?'
N: Yup.
M: hmm. Kaafi gehri chot hui hai.
N: chot to hote hi rehti hai.
m: mere paas ilaaz hai is chot ka.
n: sach?
m:Sau takaa sach. aazmaoge?
at this point sunny starts shining.
s: lets sing for her.
they sing me a song.
its beautiful.
night satsang;
makeshift band is called to sing last, at 3 30am. I walk to the bus to wake them p. I have to bribe N with a cigarette to get him off his ass.
i walk into the audience, between the entire janta and the stage, as Prahladji introduces makeshift band, joking about how these new people take so much time with their new instruments.
I offer my bottle of water to Sunny and I roll it on the stage towards him. he drinks the water, I get busy picking up flowers from the floor below, from the garlands of the night.
As they start singing, I hurl a bunch of flowers at them.
(to be continued in page c )
1 comment:
Am enjoying the yatra by proxy. Thanks for posting.
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