With every passing year the annual gathering under the banyan tree at the Fireflies Ashram gets bigger and bigger. At this nightlong music festival last fortnight, the assembled crowd was young, old, drunk, stoned, raucous and sleepy. In all some 5,000 Bangaloreans turned up and screamed themselves hoarse way into the wee hours, prompting the normally hardy resident mosquitoes to throw in the towel, for the night.
TAAQ had to fight its way onto stage and once we got there, as is our wont, we kicked ass! Even the odd drunk staggering into microphones and amplifiers on stage could not upset a very tight set. It was clearly one of those nights – if you were there, you weren’t really there. Meanwhile at Cow’s Paradise, a retirement home for cows next door, the members of the genus Bos masticated noisily, unmindful of all the talk about “Paper Puli”.