mondays remind me of sundays. and these are from a jhatre (a local festival for the uninitiated) many a sunday ago. eunuchs have perenially fascinated me. from misplaced fear on a pune bound train many years ago to jocular conversations now, it has been quite a ride. i look around and wonder if the 'different' are our mutants? are they the new order? will she take over the world? and strike down upon us with the vengeance of the sidelined? more pertinently why do we frown upon deviants? do we really have pineapples for brains?
the feet fete. again from the jhatre. school girls in surprisingly well rehearsed moves drew imaginary triangles, circles, squares and octagons on the hard floor with arched feet fettered in rented anklets. any co-ordinated movement these days brings back stinging memories of drills from back in school. when an old balding p.t. teacher would bark out instructions at us - little kids under a telling sun - from the shade of a gulmohar. "baatchit karna", he'd yell. "mana hain", we'd yell back.
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and for the record, i absolutely detest the new blogger backend. dumbing down is annoying.
yes, no?
thank you.
where was this?
the ones of the feet are gorgeous.
you are too much I say :)
gracias.
lalbagh interestingly.
LOVE the dancing feet. They remind me of a more peaceful version of 300.
:) Loved the whole post in its entirety!
Wah bete wah!
aye.. where's that girl who was stalking you?
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