Canada born-Ottawa raised-Boston studied and New York based Indian percussionist: Rohin Khemani,
was my discovery of the night for 2 hours at the Busy bee cafe in down town Raleigh, after we witnessed a foot tapping performance by the band Red Baraat at the NC State Stewart theatre. As a young child, my father scolded me if I made fun of obese or short people, teaching me NOT to judge anyone by their looks or clothes they wear. That said, coming from a Fashion School, judging people on their clothes or observing them is my time killing task at school and in the wolfline bus I ride everyday.
So while, the lead singer at Red Baraat: sunny jain took the audience's attention with his Dhol and strategic lead positioning, Mr.Rohin was playing his little instruement in the backdrop of the band, easy to miss anyone's eye. I did not care to take a picture with him, when I walked up to the band for a group picture, as he sat far away from the len's frame. I greeted him faintly when we entered the bar, but tried to stick around the lead singer, as he was the lead!!! But birthday for Sunny changed positions as Mr.Rohin vanished in the space and I overtook his seat, little did I realize that he will be back. A gentleman, he let me sit and we started out our conversation with general Indian American upbringing, school, career discussions leading to my family and his, parents, house, travel, etc. etc. until I told him I was looking for internships in the Fashion industry. Instantly, he suggested me to get in touch with his dear friend, Namrata Joshipura, an Indian designer based out of Delhi and take some guidance or talk for internships/job opportunities. I was surprised and amazed to the level of courteous good doing a person can do, to someone he met an hour ago. It made me think of our MBA case studies, where a lady is involved in various friend circles did good all the time, no matter who it be. Our conversation revolved around his life in Pune learning tabla and the band's will to tour India. The good doing syndrome had got a toll on me and I suggested them to start playing in India with my will to connect them to someone at Blue Frog, Mumbai's happening gig place for international/national bands. He instantly wanted to connect to me on Facebook, but ended up jotting my e-mail address, as we discussed about the amount of time people wasted on facebook. We grabbed some drinks, and danced on the first floor of the cafe, but our vocal chords were more active than the shin muscles. Thus, we ended up in the outer Portico at the cafe, but rain god did not want us to hang around in there, bringing us back to the ground floor to talk, rather than dance. Our next destination: The architect, a dance bar near by. Situation:a long line outside. Conclusion: back to square one at the busy bee, until it closed down at 2 am and Kruti drove us ALL back home through the Dollar Tree Hotel, past Wolf Village Way and the Indian guy's house. Thus, connecting 4 people-Namrata, Blue Frog, Ritu and Rohin through one glass of whisky and water.
o' balle balle!
was my discovery of the night for 2 hours at the Busy bee cafe in down town Raleigh, after we witnessed a foot tapping performance by the band Red Baraat at the NC State Stewart theatre. As a young child, my father scolded me if I made fun of obese or short people, teaching me NOT to judge anyone by their looks or clothes they wear. That said, coming from a Fashion School, judging people on their clothes or observing them is my time killing task at school and in the wolfline bus I ride everyday.
So while, the lead singer at Red Baraat: sunny jain took the audience's attention with his Dhol and strategic lead positioning, Mr.Rohin was playing his little instruement in the backdrop of the band, easy to miss anyone's eye. I did not care to take a picture with him, when I walked up to the band for a group picture, as he sat far away from the len's frame. I greeted him faintly when we entered the bar, but tried to stick around the lead singer, as he was the lead!!! But birthday for Sunny changed positions as Mr.Rohin vanished in the space and I overtook his seat, little did I realize that he will be back. A gentleman, he let me sit and we started out our conversation with general Indian American upbringing, school, career discussions leading to my family and his, parents, house, travel, etc. etc. until I told him I was looking for internships in the Fashion industry. Instantly, he suggested me to get in touch with his dear friend, Namrata Joshipura, an Indian designer based out of Delhi and take some guidance or talk for internships/job opportunities. I was surprised and amazed to the level of courteous good doing a person can do, to someone he met an hour ago. It made me think of our MBA case studies, where a lady is involved in various friend circles did good all the time, no matter who it be. Our conversation revolved around his life in Pune learning tabla and the band's will to tour India. The good doing syndrome had got a toll on me and I suggested them to start playing in India with my will to connect them to someone at Blue Frog, Mumbai's happening gig place for international/national bands. He instantly wanted to connect to me on Facebook, but ended up jotting my e-mail address, as we discussed about the amount of time people wasted on facebook. We grabbed some drinks, and danced on the first floor of the cafe, but our vocal chords were more active than the shin muscles. Thus, we ended up in the outer Portico at the cafe, but rain god did not want us to hang around in there, bringing us back to the ground floor to talk, rather than dance. Our next destination: The architect, a dance bar near by. Situation:a long line outside. Conclusion: back to square one at the busy bee, until it closed down at 2 am and Kruti drove us ALL back home through the Dollar Tree Hotel, past Wolf Village Way and the Indian guy's house. Thus, connecting 4 people-Namrata, Blue Frog, Ritu and Rohin through one glass of whisky and water.
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