Amsterdam!

The orange guy on the right is MEEEIINN.

Well I'm in Amsterdam now. It's a gorgeous city and biking through it is like a return to school days when my bike was my steed, pride and joy. haapy. School has started and I dont like the readings being given out. Which is totally not like the last semester when every bit of paper was dripping with ANSWERS! To life questions. I think i will just make my own reading list instead.

I've been training myself to look at everything as performance. From cities to slut walks, to seemanthams, to praying in solitude. What does that mean? Well to me it's just meant that it's become impossible to view anything- an action, an event, a place or even a work of art, in a vaccumm without asking to the questions who, when, why? Which is great training for life in general, I opine, some people don't need MAs to get into that habit. Who is Anna Hazare, when did 'curry' come to mean a spice in itself, why are the house fronts in Central Amsterdam so narrow. Who designed my course, when did Rustom Bharucha gain so much fame and why the frick must i learn Rancier pretty much all theatrical traditions of Asia have intuitively arrived at these ends without all this  intellectual tossings and turnings?

Okay time to move on from performance. That was wearing a lens, not an eye transplant. I'm not abandoning it per se, but I'll be switching lenses now and then.