This show gave me magical dreams. These women are amazing, as are the musicians who accompany them. The last show is a matinee tomorrow. If at all possible, run out and see it.
This photo is from the Times' slightly-missing-the-point review.
Nothing about the performance is "crude." In fact, the thought occurred to me while watching that this might be the most refined form of culture I've ever experienced. Like, if aliens were going to blow up the Earth, I'd send in Nrityagram to justify our planet's existence through dance.
This is a good show for fans of the Hindu god Krishna. The pieces that end the second half are both introduced by readings from the Gita Govinda. The duet about Krishna and Radha together on the banks of the Yamuna is a powerful spiritual transmission. The solo that follows, in which Radha suffers because Krishna comes to her late and disheveled from making love to another woman, is mind-blowing.
The reason I love Krishna more than any other deity is because he loves women. All women. His greatest devotees were the women around him.
She ornaments her limbs,
When a leaf quivers or a feather falls,
Suspecting your coming,
She spreads out the bed
And waits long in meditation.
Making her bed of ornaments and fantasies,
She evokes a hundred details of you
In her own graceful play.
But the frail girl will not survive
Tonight without you.
Jayadeva (12th century)
Gita Govinda (Tr. Barbara Stoller Miller)