Sunday, 19 February 2012

The Didgeridoo Players of Yoyogi Park

Yoyogi Park was my favourite place in Tokyo. Often, on a Saturday, I would cycle to the park and spend a lazy afternoon reading a book, studying Japanese or strolling along the tree-shaded paths.

It is also a great place for people-watching. Yoyogi Park on weekends is an outlet for all kinds of hobbies, and since this is Tokyo we are talking about, there are some pretty quirky ones. You see people practising martial arts and ultimate Frisbee, Elvis impersonators, ukulele picnics, poodles dressed in denim. And on Saturday afternoons, by the fountains near the south-west entrance, there are the didgeridoo players.

I became friends with these three young people who practised the didgeridoo and djembe. My friendship was not without self-interest: aside from the intrinsic coolness of socialising with Japanese didgeridoo players, it was good conversation practice. They spoke no English, but they used casual modes of address and all kinds of cool street phrases which were beyond the ken of my Japanese teacher.

One day, in the failing late-afternoon light, it occurred to me to take a photograph.

Now by the time I finished the roll of film and had it developed, my stay in Tokyo was almost over. I took an extra print of the photo, and on my last weekend in Tokyo I took it to Yoyogi Park. Not without trepidation: we had never exchanged email addresses, and if the didgeridoo players weren’t in their customary place on that particular Saturday, I wouldn’t get a second chance to give them the photo. But of course they were there, practising as usual.

Some time back I bought a book called Tokyo on Foot. It’s a book of drawings by Florent Chavouet, a French graphic artist who, like me, lived in Tokyo for six months. On page 134-5, there is a hand-drawn map of Yoyogi. Chavouet was in Tokyo five years before me, but by the fountains near the south-west entrance of the park, he has drawn three didgeridoo players.

This makes me strangely happy. It looks like I need not have worried after all about missing them on my last Saturday in Tokyo: the didgeridoo players of Yoyogi Park are one of those fixed points in a changing universe.


Soummo said...

i feel strangely happy when i read your blog

Bhavna said...

i feel familiarly happy when i read your blog

fleur-de-lis said...


Rara Avis said...

I just feel happy. And two hours away from a project submission, it takes a lot to make one happy.

(Btw, the new word verifications come in the form of weird pictures that are almost impossible to read. I refreshed twice before coming upon something readable. MUST you have WV?)

(And I got it wrong. Damn.)

Pratiti said...

This post made me so happy. :)

Shrabasti Banerjee said...

*Adds to general happiness on comment thread.* Cool attitude, hehe. So awesome.

Abhiroop said...

This post reminds me so much of the ending to "His Last Bow" where the inimitable Sherlock Holmes says "Good old Watson! You are the one fixed point in a changing age."

Did you flikk the ending from there?

Indecision Personified said...

@Abhiroop: Exactly what I thought of... and I'm sure he did.

Dancing Piglet said...

Do you use a film camera? That makes me happy :)

Sroyon said...

Thanks all. It is actually a sad and nostalgic post disguised as a happy post.

@Lahiri: Guilty as charged. :D

@Dancing Piglet: Yes I do :)