Leaving Home - a documentary on the Delhi based band, Indian Ocean

Its the story of 4 people who got together and did what people do when they truly 'get together' - they transform, they surmount, they deepen the depths and they find without setting out to discover, they sway dangerously knowing there is somewhere to lean and they risk for magic, they make reaching somehwere seem like a waste of time coz they constantly kick up their goalposts, they remain manic and mysterious till they come together and feed off each other's hungry creative souls and finally, together, they make sterling music.

I watched this documentary film last week at the premeir of its theater release. Its a rare one, not to be missed, by those who like music and films and those who want to watch a slice of contempoary indian life. This documnetary is showing in theaters in several cities in India and in New York.

Watch whether or not you know Indian Ocean or their music; coz you will most certainly find yrself and yr yearnings in the film; watch the film coz you know yrself.

Watch the film coz while to tap to stunning music you will be forced to stop when you get a lump in your throat as one of the band members stops and says 'i have barely had a childhood' and you know what that feels like.

Watch the film to know that to truly express is as easy as it is difficult...and it just gets worse when you need to keep the kitchen fires burning with the monies that this honest expression can be bartered for.

Now go get the tickets and the popcorn and enjoy the dark room Indian Ocean experience!

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Leaving_Home_%E2%80%93_the_Life_%26_Music_of_Indian_Ocean

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