Saturday afternoon. Battling, by now legendary Bangalore traffic, we reach where we set out to reach. The colourful canopy, the dust, blaring loudspeakers, the smell of elephant excreta. They were all there. Which was very reassuring to say the least. Though the high ticket price left me a little surprised. Yes, Ro and I were at the Circus. Jumbo Russian Circus, no less! As for Jumbo, there were a few pachyderms doing the usual tricks. As for the Russian there was Zarina. All blonde and lithe having an enticing way with multiple hoolahoop rings that spun around her at a will of their own. For Ro, this was his first taste of a ‘live’ show. He loved the Fire Breather, but wasn’t too impressed with the Trapeze.
What was missing though was the innocence. The midgets weren’t funny. The animals looked strained. The gymnasts were able yet dispassionate. The commentary at best boring. Left me with a strange feeling that it was me who lost something over the years.