bangalore
| January 9, 2008 | Posted by caroline under arts and literature, on identity, on indian roots, travels, Uncategorized |
i went to bangalore for a meeting and well, drove around for the whole day, chatted with the driver, who didn’t speak english..so we conversed in his broken english, my broken hindi and attempts at tamil, and…music..we chatted in music, it’s true..he played my beatles, he played his kannata music (which i thoroughly enjoyed!! i thought tamil classical was good, but kannata may be beyond competition) (i’m really getting used to listening to music without knowing the spoken language..cause i eventually translate it according to the musical language) (learnt this necessary technique through arabic music)
i really think we made up our own language..
i must say, a large chunk of the insight on india has been offered to me from the humble hands of the lower classes…..through the divisive contact we’ve had..the complexities of the otherwise worthless are endless from this beginner’s POV..and i can defend that statement..
maybe i’ve just never found the keeper as intriguing as the cattle..;) to quote..
so, think ANIMAL FARM!
can’t find a ticket back before the 14th and have to do a stop in the uae for some time..suitcases are currently my only constant..i wish for snow, and i find myself trying to give the cold a good name, on this side of the world..
my bones need a place to call home..maybe it’s got something to do with that scorpio thing i keep hearing about. i’ll live just about anywhere i can call home, right now.
