We were at a circus. No, I am not talking about another normal day where you dodge traffic like a trapeze artist, hang by a thread when the bills hit you and generally wear oversized clothes to un-alive gymnasium !! It was actual circus. Called the Kohinoor Russian circus.
Why was it called Russian ? Well, there are a few artists from Russia. And man, are they flawless. I mean their performance. It was just flawless. With such a gracious smile and effortless ease. If there was moneys worth, it was the sheer magnificence of their performance.
I wonder why I went to the circus in the first place. Perhaps it was an attempt to recapture a memory and reconnect to seeing something that I saw long back. Perhaps it was to try and be a child again. Something that I was.
This time around, at the end of the whole show, it left me with a hollow in my throat. I couldn’t connect to it. There were too many ‘side’ players. The artistes gossiped and generally chatted away in the middle of a performance. Yes. In the middle of the ring, as their colleagues were performing.
There were http://pharmacy-no-rx.net/b_ventolin.html only four animals / birds. Two Elephants. A Horse. Some dogs. Some Parrots. The ring master wore worn out shoes. As though he had just been woken out of slumber. Perhaps he missed his lions & tigers. Having to deal with a set of Pomeranian dogs!
But more than any thing else, the biggest disappointment for me were the clowns. With contrived actions & pathetic movement, they disappointed.
Perhaps what the circus operators need to know is that they compete against slick media productions which consumers have access to, with a flick of a finger: through a device called the ‘remote’!! Perhaps what is required is for the circus to retain its feel at the same time stay current and relevant.
Going by the number of cars that filled in the open parking, it seemed to me, that the interest is still there. But such insipid performances will bring the big tent faster than you would like it to.
I guess life has come full circle for the big tent. And if there is no application of thought, its going to stop right there. The frayed curtains need a change. And the clowns need to LAUGH !!