Passion

Every once in a while comes the exhilarating moment that catches your breath and swings you on the clouds, leaving you there with that joy. Not the happy contentment, but the one that adds a spring to your steps.

I had the chance to attend a cultural fest this week. Came out feeling so glad I went :-)

From the mini-cheerleading, so-proud-i-could-cry moments during my school's performance (Go Meera!), to the the oh-so-dreaaaamy Besame mucho from Guadalupe, to the AMAZING(yes, in capitals, TomKat style), musical piece on the Mohin Khuur it was an evening to die for.

Guadalupe's voice and smile left me in tears, bringing back the years when BoyZone and Enrique Iglesias were on my list of "when I meet them, they will fall in love with me and kill their wives to marry me". The guy has a voice that reminds me of soft steps over dewey grass on an early morning. Oh! He definitely knows how to perform....and use his charms and captivate. It was refreshing to see someone who knew his lemons.

Contrast that with the gentleman from inner Mongolia who let his talent speak for him, humility personified. I was amazed at the range the violin like instrument could produce! And Mr. Bo reminded me so much of Kunnakudi Vaidyanathan, him of the 1-rupee-size kumkum mark on his forehead and the incessant energy. The way he moves to the music as if he can "feel" it within himself, and channelizing the emotion of the song from his soul! I can still remember his melancholy when announcing someone's passing away on DD through his tribute on violin, and the stark difference it had to his pongal/diwali appearances.



I am so glad I have the ability to enjoy music and dance so much!