I have a thing for live shows where bands, stand up comics, speakers, dancers, basically artists perform. I don’t know, it just warms my heart and even though I don’t know who they are, in that moment I’m in awe of their work. Weird, I know. So I come from a place where you get to see all of this very often. I’m not talking about big concerts I cannot afford. You should know that I’m the kind of person who’d talk about going to a Coldplay or Ed Sheeran concert but when it actually happens and someone asks, I’ll be like “Shit!! What a time to be broke.” Like when I read about Chester Bennington, it was really sad, “In the end” was my first english song and I love them. But what I was really sad about… “So now I can’t watch them perform ever”. As if I was sure I won’t ditch the plan, whatsoever. I’m talking about those low key performances you get to see in cafes or places like Dilli Haat. Those random bands, streetplays you have no clue of but end up enjoying.
The other night wasn’t random. I was well aware of the artist, the date, the time and everything to do with it. I know how I even arranged the ticket. It was a Kanan Gill show, an Indian stand up comic. Very handsome, very funny, very smart. You all must know him from the pretentious movie reviews on youtube. If not, you’re not missing on much but you could try.
So something like this is expected to be enjoyed with a group, right? Doesn’t necessarily mean friends, you could pretend though. So. I’m not proud of what I did. I went alone. I know, that’s not sad. What? That’s not. But that was a hell of a night. The moment he entered the room, the vibe just changed and by the end I was in love with him.
It’s so hard to make a crowd laugh and although he knew what he was gonna speak, there’re some changes a comedian has to make on stage. They have all the jokes planned but they have to be spontaneous and be prepared for the audience’s reaction or any uncalled situation. It’s a tough job. If ever I make someone laugh with a sentence, I’m like kya baat hai. Ek confidence aa jata hai that I’m funny. And it lasts for like ten seconds. But it’s satisfying. I wonder what comedians would feel like.
I like what author Mokokoma Mokhonoana says, “We can’t all be comedians, some people have to do the laughing.” I am among those who do the laughing. I laugh so much that if someone asks about any suggestion that involves comedy, that’s when others will be like she laughs at everything so better not ask her. And yesterday I had the whole place to myself. I was so happy, I laughed my ass off. I could feel the people around me judging me at some point. And by people I mean a girl who was on my left, who started scrolling through instagram in between and on my right was a guy who wasn’t really laughing but whenever I looked around laughing and clapping, he’d start slow clapping and be like Hahaha! I don’t think I can express the level of contentment more. Phew!!!
After getting out of there it felt good. I thought, hmm… besides the comedy, there were some things he taught me. Don’t always spend money to remind yourself to be happy. Have a good night all of you who made it till here. 😀