Ziro Festival of Music: 2nd Edition

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The ZFM Poster

Ziro Festival of Music was marshaled for the second time in a row. The venue of the event was once again the picturesque place – Biirii, which sit amid paddy fields and just 5 km away from Hapoli town.

ZFM managed to line up a large numbers of bands which include Lee Ranaldo, Steve Shelley and the Dust, Sky Rabbit, Polar Lights, Menwhopause, Digital Suicide, Sulk Station, Peter Cat Recoding Co among others.

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The ticket to the ZFM 2013

Entry ticket was priced at Rs. 1000/- (which is equivalent to 17 US dollars approx) for each day event. However, they were giving a discount of Rs. 500/- on three days pass. That was ZFM in a nutshell. On the whole, ZFM is awfully ambitious event.

May I add some of my reflections… Well, despite tight budget, I somehow pulled off…  I managed to show up for the last day event. On second thought; Lee Ranaldo and his guitar did the trick, I am not a great fan of alternative rock or fusion genre though. Jack Johnson suits me well. However, it was great to see Lee Ranaldo and his band up on the main stage.

I was kind of expecting to witness a huge crowds gathering on the last day. But sparse collect was disappointing, indeed. There’s no denying the fact that ZFM received a wide publicity. I’m sure it’ll grow in the days to come as it is still young. Maybe, Ziro per se is yet to make a mark on the world map.

My best wishes to ZFM organizers for all the efforts. I had a great time.

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The venue – Bwrw, the heart of the Ziro town
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Music binds us all
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Motley audience
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Tag line of the ZFM: Eat, Drink, Merry

The line-ups:

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Sulk Station
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Polar Lights
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The Bicycle Days
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Sky Rabbit
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Menwhopause
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Lee Ranaldo
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Lee Ranaldo, Steve Shelley and The Dust

A lemon tree and her visitors

“That it will never come again is what makes life so sweet.” ― Emily Dickinson

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The Lemon Tree

Two meters away from my bedroom window, close to our granary, we have a lemon tree. It used to bear massive and delicious lemons. Once I asked my mother how it got there. She told me that my sisters may have planted it while I was in boarding school.

Over the years, we’ve harvested its produce countless times. Sometimes it would give us a plentiful harvest; at other times good. My mother would take it to the market to sell whenever reap would be plenteous. But, many a time, we would just give it away to our friends and relatives to share the grace. Then there were our neighborhood that would slyly sneak in our property, but its robust spikes had often thwarted their ambitions.

As time goes on; as year turned into years. Everything begins to fade away. Our lemon tree is also showing us the sign that she has grown old. I’ve tried to prune its withered branches, but it didn’t help her much. Still it bears fruit, but the size has reduced to a tiny ball. Of late, despite her age, she began to attract a lot of new visitors. She‘s getting on quite well with feral birds, besides the fact that it has been a playground for numerous house sparrows ever since she attained three meters in height.

Some months ago, I saw a beautiful white bird with a long tail perched on its branch. I couldn’t believe what I witnessed. A fine looking bird on our lemon tree! In the heart of Hapoli town! Since I’d never seen this beautiful bird in my entire life, I thought it must be new specie. So I used to address him/her as an “Angel bird” until someone told me its name – Asian Paradise flycatcher. For two days, Angel bird would come, groom and hop about for hours while hiding among the branches. Though it has never visited our lemon tree again, but its majestic look was permanently etched on my mind, will remain there till the last breath.

That wasn’t the beginning of the end for visitors. Among others, the Tits were also enrolled in the list.

In another incident; it was rather very early morning when I was woken up by birds chirping. As I opened the window a crack, I saw two Red-vented Bulbuls alighting on a branch. Two were already there – settled on nearby branch. House Sparrows consider our lemon tree as their own, their recreational area. So they were trying to scare away the new visitors. Despite their boisterous chirpings, they were unable to budge the Bulbuls.

After the flight of the Bulbuls, the lemon tree has become the dominion of Sparrows again. Not for long, though. The Bulbuls have kept returning to our lemon tree since last few days.

Needless to say, this chapter will pass. Nothing stays same forever. Someday we all are going to make our exit – at destined time. Our lemon tree. The sparrows. The Bulbuls. Money. Friends. Happiness. Grief. You. And me. However, I’m enjoying every bit of it while it last. I’ll cherish our lemon tree while I still can and I’ll miss her when she’ll be not around.  By the way, who can tell whose numbers will be up first?

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Asian-Paradise flycatcher
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Red-vented bulbul