One challenge too many !
Please be warned that the contents of this column may prove to be distasteful for persons with strong olfactory responses and delicate constitutions. Any offence or distress caused is totally unintentional because my purpose in writing this piece is solely to draw attention to at least one of the many challenges faced by exponents of Indian performing arts. Believe me, I have for long resisted the desire to share this complaint with readers but my recent experience at a concert in the art and music loving city of Kolkata now leaves me with no option but to go public.
haha.
you write so well shubha aunty.
really. so articulate. i can actually imagine you coming out of a loo wearing an aghast face all soiled up.
you crack me up.haha.
potty smells and flooded loos.shivers.yuk yuk yuk!
you know what’s worse.
having those pressure bum washing jets.
hahaha.
they have such bad aims i tell you.
question.
indian style or western style toilets. which one is more convenient?
also.i’m in love with your songs from raincoat and hazaroon khwaishein aisi.
i just realised. all the times i cried at music class.because i hated singing and din’t appreciate classical indian music. din’t make any sense. because i just resented the connections to my very identity.
but i guess these are just somethings you learn by experiences and time.
better late than never.