We nearly died of lung poisoning as we queued up with several hundred other folk for an hour on one of the busiest highways in Pune for a free concert. Do you think Pune's welathy stood in line? not likely - push and shove was the other way to get in, dropped off at the last minute by drivers. But no one seems to mind. it's the way it is here! We were there to watch a concert of Rajasthani music (a group of 8 fierce-looking men with turbans and handlebar moustaches) - although they were the support band - and - big drum roll - Bollywood-style singer, (Mrs) Rekha Bhardwaj, a well-known crooner with a big following (mostly women who swayed to her romantic songs). The stage was set up in front of an ancient fort (Shaniwar Wada), fabulous backlighting, and it felt like a cross between a Son et Lumiere at Hampton Court and an open air rock concert. The Rhajastini singing was sonorous and rippled through you, castanets clicking to accentuate the beat, while 2 young dervish-like dancers in elaborate traditional costumes spun and swerved over stage, dropping over backwards to pick up a note with their mouth to show off their suppleness. (no doubt they study Iyengar Yoga ...) The dancer in the picture danced and swirled and swayed with this tall headdress for about 15 minutes, looking graceful and sensual.
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