I’m not a particularly loud person. Before coming to college, the type of concert I attended most often were orchestral performances. Though those may sometimes become the occasion for a bit of cheering, there is very rarely any screaming. But every time I go to Diya Jale, I come back with a few fewer functioning vocal chords than I had when I walked in through Bailey’s doors.
Diya Jale is a celebration of Diwali (the Hindu festival of lights) and an Indian-American cultural showcase. The show tonight included performances from the a cappella group Tarana, music group SPIC MACAY, and dance groups Nazaqat, Tarana, Cornell Sitara, Cornell Anjali, Big Red Raas, Break Free, and Cornell Bhangra. (I have a personal soft spot for the last one, as my wonderfully talented roommate Isha is on the team.) Actor and comedian Omi Vaidya (of Hollywood and Bollywood fame) also featured, which was awesome.
What strikes me about all the groups that performed at Diya Jale was their combination of precision and intensity. Some groups exhibited one characteristic more heavily than the other. For example, SPIC MACAY’s singers and instrumentalists had to be extremely precise in their intonation and annunciation. I have no idea how the vocalists got all of the words out so fast. The Nazaqat dancers’ synchronization of hand gestures was mesmerizing. On the other hand, the performances by Big Red Raas and Cornell Bhangra were about eight minutes of pure concentrated energy. Even so, it was clear that all the groups paid great attention to all the little details (facial expression, for example) and brought an incredible amount of concentration to their art. After (and usually during) every performance, the audience would scream and applaud. With so much energy up on stage, it would have been hard for the audience not to reflect it.
I think it’s amazing that I have the opportunity to go to performances like these. There are few other places that bring together so many different groups. Each one brought out a different element of Indian-American culture; some were more traditional, others were more of a fusion, and some were not technically Indian-associated. Even within the groups, there were fusion elements. Nazaqat, which seemed generally more traditional, danced a segment to Shakira’s Cheap Thrills. And although it didn’t feature tonight, I have seen my roommate choreograph a bhangra segment to Old Town Road. And it looked amazing. This specific mixture of styles and cultures is replicable in few other places, and I’m so glad I got to see it tonight. And if I have to drink honey and lemon for the rest of this week, I guess that’s just what I’ll do.