Don’t die without seeing this

For the average South Indian male a cabaret dance is the prelude to the entry of the villain, a fight and possible torture of the protagonist.

It usually consists of 1 skimpily clad female in a body glove that imparts a feeling of nudity, a peek of cleavage, in a horrible jiggle and wiggle dance sequence reminiscent of a virtual contraceptive designed to throw off the sensitive viewer. The venue would normally be a hotel bar or the baddies den, surrounded by one eyed henchmen, muscled rogues and of course the bosses moll, who in some cases would indulge in the aforementioned dance.

A Cabaret is none of that. It is a part of French culture. Establishments existing for over a century, like Moulin Rouge carrying on the tradition of providing entertainment can be found in Paris. Possibly adding to the notion of gay Paris.

On offer is a multi course meal, with Champagne and a show. You might find the offer pricey and probably think the food could be had at any roadside brasserie and decide to go for the show any way.

Being in time is important to get good seats and don’t be dismayed by the pre show music. After the dinner service and the lights go off, what awaits is a treat for the senses. The lights, the colors, the sounds, the energy exuding from the performers, the sets, the costumes all flawlessly knit into a script that clearly depicts professionalism and artistic values that surpass the best movie productions.

That so much could be achieved in the confines of a what can be easily classified as a mid sized theatre is mind boggling. Contortionists , animals and a show that has at least 30 people on stage at a time, changing back grounds and characters in real time without a pause like a high speed locomotive that stops for none.

Artists who seem to be molded, fitting a spec, agile, fit and specially coached to move in tandem, to fit into the pieces of the moving puzzle that was being presented on stage.

Photography is prohibited, children are not though there is nudity, displayed in the least offensive manner.

There are other shows in town like the Crazy Horse and Lido. It is a must see of any visit to Paris.

Don’t die without seeing it.

On travel and life

What is it that inspires people to drop everything, hop on to an airplane, and visit a place where you do not know the language, the people, the culture or even the roads.

It is surprising however, to see how easily one adapts to new surroundings. Perhaps out of the hope that one will return back home or there is no choice but to adapt.

The sense of adventure is heightened, to boldly go where one hasn’t gone before. To experience the kindness of strangers, the thievery of swindlers, waiting to take advantage of tourists, the different tastes, smells, colours, sights, sounds and the experience of a clime different from that which you are used to, on your skin.

To see how people live, their daily lives different from one’s own and to be a scopophiliac into the lives of strangers as they pass by you on a street or sit in a bistro and watch life go by. To navigate through the myriad of languages and dialects, the Babel presented by the melting pot these lands are.

Technology old and new intertwined to make lives easy. Infrastructure designed to facilitate the march towards progress. Architecture which has captured history and propelling cities into the future.

He who has not traveled has not lived.

The decade past

A whole decade is passing by and a new one is starting. The one that is passing by was marred by life changing events around the globe. Conflict, strife, financial crises. This decade would be certainly remembered. But what to call it is the question.

Two options I have heard being bandied about are:

the Noughties – referring to the 0s

the Oh-Ohs – again referring to the os

While the former would suggest something frivolous, I think the latter would be more apt, due to its resemblance to something avoidable.

Your thoughts…

Do Re Mi

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Movember

Movember is a month long event, wherein men grow their moustache for a whole month and raise charity funds to support men’s health issues.
Issues like prostrate cancer and depression in men. Stuff men don’t usually pay attention to. The event was started in Australia in the late 90’s.
The prostrate, is one of those glands that make men what they are and well a cancer is something too small to ignore. Most cancers if detected at the right time can be treated.
As for depression, well I’m sure there’s nothing a strip club can’t solve!! 😀

Schick is having a promotion where they will donate a dollar if people upload their photos with moustaches and Heinz is donating 10c a bottle in honor of the moustachioed Mr. Heinz.

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