Monday, October 28, 2013

DANCE


 Dance is a gift I got from my Grandmother and my great grandmother. In those times, in spite of not having the exposure to learn new forms and perform on various platforms, they had it in them and kept learning and innovating new steps just by listening to songs. I have been tapping my feet and shaking my head to songs since the age of 2, and then it all developed into more of a way of living and enjoying life rather than a pastime.

              At the age of 2, my parents still recollect that I used to dance to the introductory tune of Zee Tv which just began then. Though i don’t remember this incident, even now my family remembers it just because there was no one in  the history of my family who started dancing at the age of 2 (which has been changed now...as my niece has started tapping her feet at the age of 1 J)

              Dance was never difficult for me and I never saw dance to have various genres. Dance was just one soul for me, just one form of expressing what I feel in my heart, to say what words can’t say, to show what my eyes couldn’t alone speak, to reach to someone’s heart just by blending music with emotions. This may seem to be really different, but yes, this is what Dance is for me.

              I started learning Bharatnatyam at the age of 8 when I wasn’t much interested in learning it, but as time passed by, I realised I have some unbelievable skills (inherited) in me to dance with wonderful expressions and movements. In a span of one year, I started giving performances in school and other clubs where I started getting compliments that I have the perfect “expressive ” eyes which  makes my Bharatnatyam dance performance look even more graceful. People also told me that I must pursue this art and learn much more. I was on top of the world as this was all a big surprise for me. I kept learning and gave many performances, participated in competitions, and also got a solo and a group song to perform at Kalasadhana Bharatnatyam Academy. Later on I also went on to complete 3 levels of my Dance at the same Academy.

               Things changed, and unfortunately I had to discontinue my classes due to my 10th standard studies and classes. I regret that decision because now, when I look back, I feel probably I could have managed studying and dancing at the same time, but less did I know about my Multitasking skills then. And then, as years passed I hardly found time for dance.

               I slowly moved to Bollywood songs and started choreographing at college level. I kept thinking about which new steps could be added, how I can make it more different from the usual. I used to set steps in my mind even in sleep, which is like so silly and funny, but yes, I love it, because it generates so much of positive vibe in me to dance the way I think I can dance(both of them do differ).  I remember waking up from sleep suddenly at 3 a.m and writing down on some page what formations I thought of for my group dance, which songs I could include and what steps I could choreograph.

                I remember times when I hardly cared about food and sleep when we were practising for the Aarohans dance show 2 years back. Unless and until someone didn’t push me to go and have food, I just disliked to leave something what I simply loved.

                It has somehow been a coincidence or fortune I would say, to also have people around me with similar interests. My best friend(and my soul sister) Suvarna, I really need to mention you and your importance in my life especially when it came to dance. J Our friendship has blossomed with dance and all we do when we meet is also drink, eat and sleep dance!! J Together we have given some of the best performances whether it be the Rajasthani folk dance, Gujrati garba, Kathak, Bharatnatyam, Bollywood, Western pop, Salsa, Retro and what more!! You have really been the best dancer and the best partner I could ever get in my all my dance performancesJ

                For me,  dance has been the solution for all my worries, my best friend at all times, one which gives me a new perspective to think about everything, one which makes me smile, laugh, and jump when Im happy, one which makes me say to people what I feel and what this society makes me realise. It has been within me always and would surely come out to be a revolutionary way of seeing dance for every individual.

                 I wish to learn all the dance forms right from Kathak, Kuchipudi, Odisi to the western Samba, Hiphop, Salsa and others. Dance doesn’t have any language or medium to communicate but it has music and a very strong form of expression to connect people’s hearts. According to me it is something which each one of us must appreciate, must admire and learn because it has always been about being real and being yourself when you dance, no matter which culture it may represent. J

Tuesday, August 20, 2013

My PASSION-Writing !!

Sometimes it so happens that you just don’t need anyone to tell you to do something...you do it because your heart finds happiness in it. And the best part...you hardly can refrain from it...trust me!! Such an addiction, love, craze, madness, attachment, passion, hobby whatever you say it, is writing and dance for me. It took me long years to realise it though, but when I did, I couldn’t stop loving myself even more because of that.
I remember those days, when I was just a year or two and still loved to hold a pen and scribble on the rough pages specially given to me for that purpose. So it all started that way...scribbling to substantial writing. I remember that day, being a 5 year old, was asked to give a farewell speech to the pass-out students on behalf of the pre-primary section. I was on top of the world! I had teachers and students all around me, and I rather felt like a celebrity.  

My father did help me with that speech but, no more did I want to rely on anyone for writing my part thus, I soon imbibed that quality in me and started writing no matter how bad it was.

I smile and recollect the times when, I used to complete my friends’ homework just because it consisted of essays and comprehensions. Few laughed, few criticised, while few were happy that their work was done...but most importantly I was super happy because I did something which I loved to do.

And later on, it led to the poems phase...where somehow I tried my hand on poetic lines and rhyme schemes. I agree it is really a tough job to write one and I consider myself just a very average person in it, but indeed the satisfaction you get after you write even a page is just not comparable to anything else in this world!

For me, a book and pen is my best companion. Paper is the place where my thoughts flow...my words append themselves and sentences just form like a thread from my mind. It’s as though there is no super power in this world which can stop me from writing. When you say there is no time for pursuing your passion, you in fact insult yourself by saying “You don’t find time to do what you like!” If you “don’t’” find time then that passion is “work”, not what you “love”. I write, when I’m happy and don’t know how and where to express it all. I write when I’m sad, when things don’t go well. I write when I’m confused,excited,upset,tensed and just all the time. Coz writing has always been the ray of hope when situations made me clueless. It has been a way of understanding me better and even better. The grief and sorrows always lessen when you yourself want to lessen it by doing things you love to.


Tuesday, April 9, 2013

That monotonous life...still brings something new!!

My mind is like  a rollercoaster ride where no. of thoughts keep swirling around and the most unique part, it lasts even longer than the ride we actually experience in amusement parks! I don’t know which chain the thoughts flow through...because I think from the minutest detail of any activity to probably the most serious issue in the world which may reach to even politics of our nation.

Today, as usual when I was on the way to college, the same route, the same bike, the same me, just in a matter of 10 minutes, my brain juggled from one topic to the other, one person to the other, worries, tensions, excitements, happiness, hopes, realisations and the list goes on. I realised how complex my brain would be connecting the loops and strings from one end to the other.

Suddenly I noticed that somehow the surroundings go in sync with my thoughts. I realised that somehow my brain manages to put forth the problem only when it has a solution good enough which would convince me. How clever my brain is, I thought.

When I think of how tiresome and hectic my life has become, I see few senior citizens still so fresh and active and ready to work along with their walking stick. The spark in their eyes is simply so commendable. And then I agree, that, yes , God has given me enough strength to work hard and I need to realise the value of it.

When I think of how tension-free the entire world is, and it’s only me who has the entire burden of the world, then I see middle age office men running hither and thither with their briefcases in hand, and faces tensed. I also see shopkeepers closing down their shops just because they couldn’t cope up with their recurring loans.   And then I say, yes, I agree I am presently not in such a state of tension.

When I think of how comfortable my life is, how relaxed every morning is, I see little kids nearby who don’t have sufficient food and water for the day. They even don’t have clothes to wear. Little children aged 3 or 4 wake up early and travel miles for a barrel of water for their family’s living. They have just a stick broken out of the tree bark to play and a stone to imagine as a ball. Indeed, it leaves me with tears and yes, I realise how fortunate I am.

When I think of how lonely I am, and how my dear ones don’t bother how I am feeling, I see a little orphan girl who is selling flags and wishing and greeting everyone a good day. How easily she brought a smile on everyone’s face just by showing how happy she is with her life. And then, I realised, that it’s not someone who makes me feel lonely, its I myself who pushes myself in the darkness . When that little orphan girl , who doesn’t have any family to care for her,  considers the world as her family, i realised how great she is!

When I think how boring it is to study and give exams, I see a little boy hiding his book under the table and peeping into it silently, just because his father wanted him to sell vegetables and not study. I realised, how much of determination and focus he had, in spite of the background and his father’s thinking. Deep inside my heart, I felt, its I,  who need to realise the value of education and what wonders it can do if done with great devotion and sincerity. 

When I think what difference 9.00 a.m and 9.05 a.m would make, I see youngsters and middle aged people running to catch the bus as it would be the last by which they would be reaching their workplace....and Oh...they missed it! And then,  I looked at my bike with a smile and said to myself, ”I’m seriously so lucky to have you! 

We never realise how fortunate and blessed we are...until we ourselves make an effort to realise this. Little,petty issues upset our mind...and you never know how absurd conclusions your brain tries to bind. Your heart has no other option but to agree and then a simple situation also turns complex.

You see, God has placed our routine and ordered it in such a way that we learn something new from every other thing that happens. You may not even realise how things influence you...how much of change it brings in you(which you cant even imagine otherwise).. and yes you gain a feeling of pride,not over yourself, but over your existence.

We humans, keep pondering over silly questions, some which don’t have answers, sometimes create worries for ourselves and build results based on it. How blind these problems make us, how selfish we become with our own worries and indeed how we start living in a world which consists only of “ME”. And if we start placing everyone ‘s  problems at a place and asking which one of them one would go with, I’m sure each one would leave with their own problems.

So whenever your mind pulls you into such confusing times, just peep out of your life, see other people who also have their own problems and worries but still manage to cope up with it and smile and.. yes...that’s the way life goes on. Life goes on...and revolves around just by a smile. :)