There is this ongoing discussion/debate among carnival enthusiast about what is perceived to be the short comings of the festival. The argument centres around the loss of creativity, "culture", the art form - to the new culture of downloading/recycling of pre-fabricated costumes and the regurgitation of music. To this argument some would say "I doh care" and others would say the "constipation of action" would have our carnival looking real "funny funny funny" in the not to distant future (some would say it already looks that way).
We seem to be at odds with carnival in its strict definition, as a time for revelry and merriment and carnival as a representation or rather preservation of our culture. Strictly speaking culture is not static and should evolve; and some may argue in this case devolve with the society. Perhaps our society is at the point where we could care less about the art form - and the finer points of carnival and prefer simply to surrender to the intoxication of reckless abandonment.
Either way carnival is we ting - and "we" appreciate different aspects of carnival. There is no carnival without people - at this time of year I'm not interested in "my money back" because "I want to get it bad". I want to see the thousands of people moving down the street jumping, dancing, chipping to sweet beats; and at the end of the season I can look back and say "Sa sai Carnival"
I have of late taken the view that no matter how rebellious, unconventional, non-conformist we would like to think ourselves, we are at some point always part of a similar grouping of people. We are never truly leaders, but followers. Followers, I prefer to refer to us as sheep; because at one point or another in our life we are all sheep. This is a place to express myself, vent my frustration with the sheepdom, and relieve my boredom. It is my therapy for all that contributes to my neurosis.
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