On March 29th, we spanked the Boston bum of
The Tenth Rasa, and it entered the USA howling over the sound of the enthusiastic cappuccino machines and juicers of Trident Booksellers & Café. My voice is still recovering. A crowd of friends, family, colleagues, students, curious cows, and cockle-headed cockatrices gathered to hear tales of Indian nonsense. With the help of the crowd, we chanted Sarita Padki's "The Bathing Hymn" and shouted "Gadbadjhala" in 4-part harmony, with feelin'. This event was different from those in India because there was no panel of contributors, but we were very fortunate to have one of the versifiers (those unsung heroes) present, Gloria Machlis Heyman (not, despite the rumors, my cousin), who read some of the pieces she pounded into pluperfect poesie. While the crowd was robust, we did wonder where the Indians were! Probably stuck in the Waltham traffic... The evening was capped off with the traditional nonsense postpartum formalities, including, but not limited to a celebratory fondue-fest.
Many thanks to the Trident and all attendees, and may the Spalectic Spirit of Nonsense infest your Noodles forevermore. I'm hoping this is just the beginning of The Tenth Rasa-mania in America, so look for events in the future. Call us for weddings, wakes, and bar mitzvahs.
Here's the Boston Globe's evening out recommendation:
"Sidekick" section of The Boston Globe, March 27, 2007.Click on the photo below to see some photos from the event.
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