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For some reason, the minute I heard this prompt, I was reminded of the very humorous extract from P.G.Wodehouse’s novel, The Small Bachelor.

In it, the constable, Officer Garroway recites a glum, dark poem on Streets which always, always evokes a chuckle when I read it. I have reproduced it below, for your benefit:

Grim, relentless, sordid streets!
Miles of poignant streets,
East, West, North,
And stretching starkly South;
Sad hopeless, dismal, cheerless, chilling
I pace the mournful streets
With aching heart.
I watch grey men slink past
With shifty, sidelong eyes
That gleam with murderous hate;
Lepers that prowl the streets.
Men who once were men,
Women that once were women,
Children like wizened apes,
And dogs that snarl and snap and growl and hate.
Loathsome, festering streets!
I pace the scabrous streets
And long for death.

Source: The Small Bachelor, P.G.Wodehouse, 1927

 But today’s post is not about the poem, it is about this picture:

This delightful chap was standing right outside the ferry point near New York’s Liberty island. Street performers are a lively, entertaining group of people you find in the United States. They lend a certain beauty to the drab surroundings and liven up a dull day.

The very talented violinist was playing a hip-hop number before we reached him. As he looked up and spotted us, a family of six Indians, his face lit up and he said ‘Namaste!’

Prompted by curiosity, we stopped. And , as if on cue, he struck up a song. Can you guess which one?

It was Jana Gana Mana, our National Anthem! And yes, you know what that does to us. So, we stood there and waited for him to finish playing. What a beautiful, clear and absolutely flawless performance it was.

To this day, his smile and his music is ringing in my ears.

This is written in response to the prompt “Streets”
as part of the Marathon Bloggers’ Challenge for this week

 A story for every picture, a picture for every story

Use the prompt and a picture of your own to write your own post

The picture above was clicked in New York

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Shailaja V

Hi there! I'm Shailaja Vishwanath, a blogger with 12 years of blogging experience and a parent to a teen. I work as a digital marketing and social media consultant. From positive parenting tips to useful productivity hacks, social media advice to blogging advice, you'll find them all right here. Welcome to my blog.

Aparna · February 18, 2014 at 3:09 am

What a lovely memory :).. and nice take on the theme! I'm still scrambling to think of something :).

Shailaja V · February 18, 2014 at 4:50 am

A memory that will stay with me for a very long time, indeed 🙂 I am sure you will come up with something good 🙂

Sanjivani Iyer · February 18, 2014 at 5:33 am

Lovely post!!!

Shailaja V · February 18, 2014 at 8:13 am

Thanks! Glad you liked it 🙂

Chai a cup of life · February 18, 2014 at 9:10 am

What an inspiring man. I came across some street performances like this in Chicago!

Shailaja V · February 18, 2014 at 9:43 am

Yes, I found this a rather common feature across the US. Quite wonderful, actually.

Vidya Sury · February 18, 2014 at 5:10 pm

It is a long time since I read the Small Bachelor. 😀 always carry a Wodehouse, Shailaja! Loved this post!

Shailaja V · February 18, 2014 at 5:20 pm

He really is a timeless writer, isn't he? I cannot remember a time when I picked up a book of his and put it down without a snort or a chuckle!

Sirisha · February 19, 2014 at 12:40 am

there is some real good talents on the streets.. I have a violinist who plays downtown and I love his soulful music.

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