Since January 2013, we have offered accredited Bhangra dance and Dhol drumming courses to high school students. These courses are approved by the Ministry of Education, students earn credits towards their graduation, and the best part is they are completely FREE.
South Asian Arts worked with actor and first-time playwright Munish Sharma to present the premiere of the play, Mrs. Singh & Me at The Cultch as part of the Vancouver Fringe Festival from September 11-20th. After 6 successful shows at the Fringe, Mrs. Singh & Me was awarded “Pick of the Fringe”, which meant an encore presentation was added on on Sunday, September 27th at the Arts Club Revue Stage on Granville Island.
Following the amazing run in Vancouver, Mrs. Singh & Me also ran in Surrey from October 2-4th at the Newton Cultural Centre for a total of 5 shows.
Hellooooo! It has been some time since my last blog! But now we have this groovy new website that along with updating the world into the grand schemings and plots of South Asian Arts, will house all my musings, tangents and rants!
This evening, my mum was complaining of back and shoulder pain. I’ve told my parents numerous times over the past couple years that they should start doing yoga; I started doing yoga about 3 years ago when a friend of mine in highschool got the drama kids to do it before rehearsals and performance nights. It was very relaxing and soothing for pre-show jitters. I’ve also noticed over the past few years, that I do have tense shoulders and often a sore neck.
During the school year, my friend Nicole and I used to wistfully plan that we would have a lovely summer day once we were free from the tedious academic year. Now the summer is nearly over, and between work, my sister’s wedding and my band commitments, we only just managed to find a day that we were both free to have a real “summer day”. So today, my friend and I made our way downtown to enjoy one of these beautiful days of summer Vancouver has been so lucky to enjoy recently. We walked on over to English Bay, where beach-goers were aplenty, and so were the eateries.
I’m back! Ten days of sitting in a gear-crammed van with 5 other boys (who thankfully didn’t really ever smell bad), and I am back, alive and well. It was certainly an adventure. Driving through the rugged Canadian Rockies was gorgeous, and with the mountain flowers just in bloom, I half expected Shahrukh Khan and some Bollywood diva to run across the mountain-side to the soundtrack of my Bollywood-music-laden iPod.
It’s been a while since I’ve written!!! But there’s good reason for that; we at South Asian Arts have been busy bees for the past month, with wedding season in full force (real ones, not play ones!), our involvement with Vancouver’s 125th birthday festival last week at Stanley Park, and we’ve even been in the drawing room, planning to bring some exciting new classes to register for this fall at the Studio. But I’m getting ahead of myself! One thing at a time…
Wow. So yesterday was a disappointing game. Now I usually can’t stand it when spectators leave a game early, but last night even I couldn’t bear the sad faces and morose atmosphere downtown at the CBC Studios. By the end of the 2nd period, most of the fans around myself and my friends had cleared out, only paper plates and trash reminding that the city had been on the verge of a massive party. After two periods, Vancouver was still trailing and my hair was in knots from fidgeting with it in stress; my friend took one look at my sad state and decided it was time for us to go home.
This past Friday and Saturday, I attended the ArtSummit 2011, a conference for anyone involved in the Vancouver arts scene, held at the new SFU Woodward’s building. The two days were packed with seminars and panels during which I had the opportunity to ask questions, rub shoulders, and mingle with some of the artists at the forefront of the quest to make the arts scene more accessible to the Vancouver public.
After last night’s blow to our boys in blue and green, I woke up a little begrudgingly this morning. The overcast weather was appropriate for my mood, and therefore did little to lift it. Altogether I was really not looking forward to my morning commute on the transit. I trudged onto the bus with my ugly-but-chiropractically-beneficial backpack and my PB+J sandwich and prepared to settle into my seat for another mundane bus ride.
Hello! Today is game 3 of the Stanley Cup finals, and the Canuck-fever has taken over our entire city. I was downtown amongst the mob for Saturday’s game with a few friends of mine, and although none of us were tall enough to see the screen that was set up outside of the CBC over the heads of tens of thousands of fans, it was exhilarating just to be present for all the spiritedness. The intersection of Hamilton and Georgia was a packed and pulsing sea of blue and green.