Ever since I discovered the amazing experience that the Kala Ghoda Arts Festival is few years ago I’ve followed the ritual of attending it every year. Although squeezing out time for a variety of great workshops that are conducted there has remained a distant and challenging dream till now, I’m pleased that I’ve witnessed the one quiet lane in South Mumbai brighten up and come to life for its duration.
This year I dragged a reluctant but surrendering A to the festival with our kids in tow on a Saturday, no less! No taxi willing to take us to the venue was fairly suggestive of the commotion that we were going to have to brace ourselves with. A’s familiarity with the area and the legendary food joints there (and his penchant for tempting us) ascertained that our tummies got satiated with some yummy Maharashtrian food before we set out on our short journey on foot.
I’ll be certain if I pulled some pictures out of the archives but lets suffice to say that this was my fifth Kala Ghoda visit. Social media and general awareness have played their part well since every year the crowd seemingly multiplies itself. Not to mention the different themes and thoughtfully made installations that are a huge draw every time.
As we reached the entry point a huge (and scary) tide of festival-goers was impatiently waiting to let in. I almost retraced my steps and retracted. A egged me on, held our hands through the whole daunting exercise and after a few pushes and shoves we managed to get inside. A quickly settled on a rare empty space on one of the beautifully painted steps with Angel while I and A Jr ventured for some more elbowing and exploring.
The theme this year was green and even the Kala Ghoda was made Hara Ghoda. Honestly, the installations this year were truly beautiful and we would’ve had a whale of a time deciphering the thought behind every single one of them had the ever-increasing Selfie crazy brigade not spoilt it for us completely! Picture is one thing, disrespect for a piece of art and the artist is another. Please enjoy these pics before I elaborate further.
With an attitude that was ignorant and bordering on offensive, people had no remorse climbing atop installations that were obviously made with great care and effort. If that wasn’t enough selfies and welfies had to be taken with different pouts and angles at leisure while another such group waited to repeat the same thing. The labels kept aside them were duly royally snubbed. As long as the picture made to it their social media profiles and garnered hundreds of likes who cared what they signified, right? 🙁
I don’t have anything against selfies, I take many myself. That said, I believe there’s a time and place for everything. Drawings, backgrounds as well as paintings were kept at many places which would make great selfies too. The poor attendants were tired and hoarse keeping the crowd away from destroying something beautiful and noteworthy. My heart went out to them.
Is breaking rules and forgetting all manners fashionable and necessary?
Isn’t this selfie obsession making us lose the bigger picture?
How many people have any job attending such festivals if not for sharing and bragging?
If my 9yo could understand this brazenness, shouldn’t we adults be apologetic for our actions?
Although disappointing I couldn’t let this spoil my festival experience, could I? The activity and energy around that place was contagious. There were some amazing shops to buy authentic and distinctive stuff from. Merryl’s Streep’s The Post was playing at & Pictures Prive HD and we watched it for a while before the kids started fidgeting and demanding to see cartoons instead.
It was a bonus and a pleasant surprise for us when we stepped out of there and found that Benny Dayal was performing live in front of the Asiatic Society stairs. All our exhaustion was forgotten in a jiffy as we clapped and sang along as he put up an electric performance which included songs like Badtameez Dil, Bang Bang, Disco Deewane and many more!
All in all, it was a Saturday well spent. Never mind our leg muscles that had stiffed in rebellion. 😀
Have you attended the Kala Ghoda festival too? Are you a selfie addict?
Yes or no, do share your thoughts with me in the comments section please.
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