O.k Get the passes from Jahan Numa palace Hotel in shamla hills.. cmon man its free of cost u don’t have to pay anything(now that’s the best part).. Now run like wind man! u are already late, the opera starts from 6:45 and its 5 already, u need to get the passes and collect Aditya(what a company) from Bharat Talkies.
Hey Aditya where are u bub! I got the passes man for the frst ever Opera! I have ‘em in my hands, the program starts in 15 mins. What? Ok m comin 2 pick u up? Stay there….
So u and him went to watch the Opera…idiots…anyways what can I say enjoy the show…
Here we are at Bharat Bhavan the temple of arts in Madhya Pradesh breathing on government grants a beautiful place to host these kinda programs. Umm the only problem we are facing right now is to find in which audi it is as Bharat bhavan has umm..1, 2, 3 …forget it- many auditorium. So finally we are entering the “Antarang Audi.” Hey lets sit down on cushions. No? Ok then where, up there on chairs? OK as you wish. Not besides those uncles man! they look boring. Ok now lets settle down here…
So the two idiots finally settled down on the last bench in Bharat bhavan. But lo! The camera batteries are all sucked up. And no one had enough sense to charge ‘em. Well that’s why these 2 are idiots. Still to prove the point they switched on the camera once again and killed the batteries to their last cores.
An M.C from somewhere behind the screens announced about the starting of the Opera (and these 2 are still thinking why didn’t she show herself up? She can’t be that hideous).
The stage was lit up! Not, by lights but by a human figure whose appearance was screaming French, French, French and clad in red gown ornamented with a large peacock on the back showing that the dress was specially bought for an Indian performance was standing a lady named “Marion Baglan”, besides her sitting upright behind the brand name Korg a blonde gentlemen was itching to run his fingers on the keyboard named “Francois Juskowiak”
More to the astonishment of our idiotic duo the duo on stage started off without any preliminaries ,Which may sound really strange in India where nothing starts without a welcome speech and nothing ends without a useless vote of thanks speech. The auditorium was filled with a very clear, fully trained voice which took our idiots on the musical ride of their lifetime, the voice notes floated in the air around the audi sometimes deep as a ravine with unfathomable depths , sometimes high as the mountains of Kilimanjaro and sometimes breaking into the rapids of the Ganges of Hrishikesh, although later on I would find them grumbling about the French lyrics of the opera which went like discovery breaking up all heat shields over their heads, however it seemed that Marion made it up to them. As the seat in front of the two idiots was vacant Marion left the stage walked through the awestruck crowd of Bhopal and sat in the vacant seat(a publicity and attention seeking stunt), her waving golden hair whose each strand seemed like waving with her in the symphony. The real smell of Eu de cologne was too much for the two to take in for one day.
And now a word of advice from the horses mouth.
WATCH Opera, IF and only IF it’s in the language you know. Otherwise it’s wise not to even think of it.
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