1.0PoohsDenhttps://www.ourowncorner.com/poohsdenVinithahttps://www.ourowncorner.com/poohsden/author/pooh_admin/rich600338<blockquote class="wp-embedded-content" data-secret="k8PSdZkuoB"><a href="https://www.ourowncorner.com/poohsden/big-top/">The big top!</a></blockquote><iframe sandbox="allow-scripts" security="restricted" src="https://www.ourowncorner.com/poohsden/big-top/embed/#?secret=k8PSdZkuoB" width="600" height="338" title="“The big top!” — PoohsDen" data-secret="k8PSdZkuoB" frameborder="0" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" scrolling="no" class="wp-embedded-content"></iframe><script type="text/javascript"> /* <![CDATA[ */ /*! This file is auto-generated */ !function(d,l){"use strict";l.querySelector&&d.addEventListener&&"undefined"!=typeof URL&&(d.wp=d.wp||{},d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage||(d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage=function(e){var t=e.data;if((t||t.secret||t.message||t.value)&&!/[^a-zA-Z0-9]/.test(t.secret)){for(var s,r,n,a=l.querySelectorAll('iframe[data-secret="'+t.secret+'"]'),o=l.querySelectorAll('blockquote[data-secret="'+t.secret+'"]'),c=new RegExp("^https?:$","i"),i=0;i<o.length;i++)o[i].style.display="none";for(i=0;i<a.length;i++)s=a[i],e.source===s.contentWindow&&(s.removeAttribute("style"),"height"===t.message?(1e3<(r=parseInt(t.value,10))?r=1e3:~~r<200&&(r=200),s.height=r):"link"===t.message&&(r=new URL(s.getAttribute("src")),n=new URL(t.value),c.test(n.protocol))&&n.host===r.host&&l.activeElement===s&&(d.top.location.href=t.value))}},d.addEventListener("message",d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage,!1),l.addEventListener("DOMContentLoaded",function(){for(var e,t,s=l.querySelectorAll("iframe.wp-embedded-content"),r=0;r<s.length;r++)(t=(e=s[r]).getAttribute("data-secret"))||(t=Math.random().toString(36).substring(2,12),e.src+="#?secret="+t,e.setAttribute("data-secret",t)),e.contentWindow.postMessage({message:"ready",secret:t},"*")},!1)))}(window,document); //# sourceURL=https://www.ourowncorner.com/poohsden/wp-includes/js/wp-embed.min.js /* ]]> */ </script> Growing up we sure have memories of getting excited about the Great Jumbo Circus or the Russian Circus coming to town and the thrills of going to watch them was indeed great. I guess more than anything else it was the tricks the animals performed which charmed us. Loved the clown with his wobbly red nose and the strict ring-master. But with time, I turned into a lil Maneka Gandhi boycotting circus and thus ended my visit to circuses. I don’t even remember my last visit to the circus… And when I learnt that Cirque du Soleil (translated means circus of the sun) was in town I was quite excited and I could barely imagine a circus sans animals. We were at Sam Houston Race Park last night where Cirque du Soleil had set up their big top. The atmosphere was electric and as vibrant as I remembered from back home! The Corteo was a festive funeral of a clown – the clown sans his red nose! Sort of a flashback into the clown’s life.. yes remember the tortoise coil spirals from the movies! the same! The music was vibrant and kept the theme and spirit of the show. The […]