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Circus! :D

after a long time... a long time.. atleast 5-6 years... I, we went to experience THE CIRCUS. :D
It was a hot afternoon, and our 75/- ticket didn't fetch us the cool breeze off the fan. But..
(a solitary small 'but' can't do justice.. we need Wanchu's BUT here.. )
BUT..
was it an experience or what! utterly beautiful it was. (and yoda speak i levitate to .) I am a big fan of parkour because it brings forth the beauty of human body in motion with such great efficiency. Today what I witnessed was something similar and far more real. The supple, nimble bodies making things happen that seem simply impossible. the movements constituting such sublime poetry. This poem might not be graceful at all times, but is earnest nevertheless.

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Through the acts, I was constantly reminded of the games I used to play and games we used to create as a kid. The balancing acts, the testing of body limits through challenges.... I was especially fond of putting things on edges/top of each other to find balance. Its such a wonderful game.. i used to play it with cassetes, pens, bats, anything. It was almost cathartic.

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Though, throughout the show I was wondering how is the business of circus being sustained. There were hardly any audience, and the huge man power that goes into creating a circus must entail proportionate costs.
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Another thing that was very apparent was the majority of performers were either from east india, or from nepal (the oriental looks).
Dearth of opportunities in home land pushing them to dying businesses here? I shudder to think of the waste of the beautiful skills n talents that they have, due to dearth of growth opportunity in this sector. These people could, if trained with a certain rigour, fetch us a few more medals at the olympics. India shouldn't let such a humongous talent pool that it has, go to waste.

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