Alternate Vision

I have noticed a sudden lack of an inspiration to blog of recent. Possibly because I have been immersed in the fictional world of invincible code breaking machines. TRANSLTR. Two days ago, I was well poised to pick up Kafka's Penal Colony, until, Ketan forcibly dropped a copy of Dan Brown's Digital Fortress in my bag. There is a certain fluency to how Brown pilots his readers on these breathless chases. Quick thrilling read.
This morning I was informed that my grand uncle, who is a revered mathematician and physicist in Bangalore, was diagnosed with intestinal cancer. My interactions with him have always been limited to those few days every year, when we visit my hometown in Bangalore. We would choose a day to go and spend with him, more because he would have to take time off from his insanely hectic teaching schedule. His ability to enthrall you with his infinite wisdom on a multitude of topics and leave you in awe is certainly distinguishing. Anyway, so I said a prayer for his speedy recovery.
Nothing else to add except I just spent the last four hours lost in a different planet, on the dance floor might I add, at this Tsunami relief concert. The Ruta Maya has this sophisticated yet earthy feel to it. More importantly, I discovered an awesome world band this evening. They call themselves Atash (Farsi for Fire). Somewhere between jazz, western classical, middle eastern and ethnic Indian and West African music. Ofcourse they have the sickest Djembe player and drummer. This lady with short hair and blue eyes wanted to know why and how I danced the way I did. My only defence was that I liked to pretend like I am an "intepretive dancer." I imagine that left her more puzzled. Inspiration derived from the Happy Mondays. She did make a good dance partner though. Craving some pao de queijo.