I went to Boston Bhangra's annual dance competition last Saturday. My roommate is the bhangra fan. I just went along for kicks...and because I have not yet learnt to say no. I fully expected to :
a). get bored
b). develop a headache
Neither happened. It was a very cool competetion. The dancing was of the highest quality. I had a great time..the sheer energy of the dancers was unbelievable. A good time was had by all. Rounded off by a fantastic falafel sandwich at the best hole-in-the-wall falafel place in Cambridge. Its called Falafel Palace. And I highly recommend it. Best 5 bucks I ever spent.
Now for the gripes:
1). The acoustics sucked..I mean majorly, majorly sucked.
2). We had terrible seats...but thats because we were cheap. I will never ever try to save money on seats again. Also, people kept getting up and walking. Why? I mean...you'll sit in your seat at the fucking ballet. Why not just extend the same courtesy here. Grrr!
3). Why can't we find decent desi Emcees? They had 2 DJs who seemed to think walking with a swagger and talking of samosas is all it takes. I haven't been to a single desi event with decent emceeing. Do we, as a nation, suck at the ancient art of Emceeing? I think we do. Sadly. I think every desi MC should be made to watch Harsha Bhogle do his quiz show.
4). The girl seated behind me had the shriekiest voice ever...which she employed to good effect. Very often.
5). It rained and rained and rained. Since I was parked a 15 minute walk away...we were soaked. Try sitting in a crowded auditorium with wet socks. Not fun.
6). A very drunk, slightly psychopathic man yelled racial slurs at us as we walked back. But if you walk through Boston Commons late Saturday night..I think you're asking for atleast a coupla drunks. So, it didn't put a crimp in my evening. More like a slight twinge of annoyance. Like a mosquite bite.
On the whole..an evening well spent. And a special shout out to the all girls team from Vancouver. They didn't win anything. But they should've. They completely rocked!
Spicing up the sauce. Strictly cheeni kum.
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