Showing posts with label story. Show all posts
Showing posts with label story. Show all posts

Saturday, February 15, 2014

The ballet set in India

La Bayadère is a ballet written over 130 years ago by a Frenchman for the dancers of St. Petersburg, Russia. 

It is set in India, so they say, and I went to go see about the authenticity of the India-ness.

The plot is a love-polygon of a mess:
The High Brahmin at the temple loves Nikiya.
Nikiya the temple dancer loves Solar.
Solor the warrior loves her back but becomes engaged to Princess Gamzatti.
Whether or not Gamzatti loves anyone other than herself is unlikely, and she schemes to kill Nikiya and have Solor all to herself--though let's think about that:  what kind of marital harmony will murder lead to?  Eesh.
Okay, so that much, at least, is Bollywood-esque and accurate to an Indian story. 

I wouldn't say the costumes are anything you would see walking down the streets of India, but they were sparkly enough to qualify as being made from the right kind of material.

The set was full of color and arches, giving it the right look.

I didn't notice that it smelled like India and, you know, that is a big part of the Indian experience.  Yet, that's probably best for all involved.

The story is told with music and dancing, so there is no Hindi to mention. 'Bayadère' is a French word for a professional female dancer in India.

The story looses all traces of India once Solor, overcome with guilt and remorse, goes into a drug induced state and envisions a shadow of dancers, one of whom is Nikiya.
The beginning of this is the "white act", and is a classical piece of ballet.  Here it is performed by the Paris Opera Ballet:


As a ballet, La Bayadère is top notch.
But if you want to know what India is like, you'll still have to go there and see for yourself.

Wednesday, May 23, 2012

Talaqi Darwaza

This is the Talaqi Darwaza, "forbidden gate".  It's the northern gate of the Purana Qila

It's been unopened for a long time.  And there's a story that goes along with why the gate is kept closed.
They say that the king went out to battle through this gate and said to his subjects not to re-open it until he returned victorious.
Sadly he never returned alive and so the gate was kept closed to mourn his death. 
Good story.

The problem is that it's historically implausible.

The only kings ruling from this fort were Sher Shah and his son.  Neither of them went out to battle and died.
And Humayan, well, his death was a different story all together.

Thursday, July 29, 2010

No printer

My shoe broke.
But that was the least of my troubles.
Another pair of shoes that has broken in the last week. What's going on?
I had an appointment and needed to print documents to give out, but the resort where I am staying has no printing facilities. So I walked out to go into the town and on my way, the shoe just fell apart. The whole sole came off.
I limped back to my room and put on my flipflops and headed out again.
I got all the way to the shop with a printer and the guy there told me: "I'm sorry. The printer is broken today."
Ah!
This is not going to happen, I told myself, there shall be no printed documents.
I readjusted my expectations and went to my appointments with an interesting story to tell.

Friday, February 27, 2009

Talktative tourist

A friend and I were at a phone shop purchasing some more minutes for her mobile phone when we encountered a tourist with a need to talk. We were ready to move on from the shop, but he was blocking the door as he continued to talk.
He asked how we could stand the smell of
Thailand—he was comparing it to his home in Hawaii and he didn’t appreciate the open sewers.
He wanted to know why we didn’t speak Thai, because he’d only been there for three months and he could speak it.
And he had a story about how he was served food with bugs in it and when he complained, the restaurant owner and his friends dragged him out to the street and tried to beat him up.
The Thai men were so much smaller than him that he just pretended to fall into the street so he wouldn’t get in trouble for hurting them.

As he was speaking, I immediately had pictures in my mind of this story taking place.
Despite its implausibility, I could see it all: noodles, chicken and little unwanted creatures moving around on his plate; a small gang of Thai men dragging this guy out into a dark street and hitting him.
Probably, somewhere in his story there were pieces of the truth, but it didn't really match what I know of Thai culture. How much of his story, I wondered, was embellished just to keep us, his audience, captive? It had to be an interesting story, or the same way we were squeezing past him to escape out the door we would also soon escape the embarrassment of hearing him ramble on and insult Thai culture.
I think that he must have been very lonely for contact and a conversation in English.
In that, I probably failed him.
But I hope he doesn't get beat up anymore.