Bollywood Nights

Yet again, Sydney has succeeded in impressing me with its enthusiasm and culturally diverse range of entertainment. In light of Sydney Festival, there was another spectacular performance held out in the Western Suburbs this weekend. A.R. Rahman, infamous composer for Slumdog Millionaire, held an amazing free concert out in Parramatta Park. I, along with 80,000 other adoring fans, made the trek out to the suburbs to see this spectacular performance. And what a performance it was. There were saris swirling and bright colours flashing all night. Bollywood singers and dancers adorned the stage in heavily ornamented costumes, and belted their hearts out, making the crowd go crazy. I had no idea there was such a large Indian community in Sydney. It was amazing! Young Indian men were dancing along with local hippie grandmas to music that forebode you to stand still. Sarong twirling is one of my favourite festival pastimes since an episode with a Swede in Bali. Needless to say my spastic dancing and twirling of my sparkly scarf were in full effect. Throughout the night there was some drinking and some dancing and several new friends. One in particular happened to have a television camera pointed in my face through our entire conversation. I was tricked into an interview by a cheeky young reporter. I don't particularly like being interviewed on the street, you never know what will be asked and usually only the clips that make people sound like idiots are aired. My friend sitting next to me was interviewed and referred to the concert as being "better than a kick in the nuts" we all laughed and as my head was thrown back the camera shot to me "and what do you think miss?" Crap. Lights, camera and red lipstick "blah, blah, blah insert politically correct American BS here". and it was over. Phew, I just hope no one recognizes me. However, That wasn't the worst part of the night. After a group effort so smuggle in some wine, we had ourselves a nice little picnic in the park. After drinking my something-th cup of wine I looked down and noticed something at the bottom of the glass. We are rich and classy folks and only indulge in the finest of boxed wines at out door events so there is no way that this mystery object was sediment. I dumped it out and my heart stood still. Australia is home to about 90% of the worlds most dangerous animals and four of the ten world’s deadliest spiders. What do you think was at the bottom of my glass? Let's hope it was one of the friendly ones.
puthjet!