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Love for dance? Or what?

I’ve never really been a dancer...

Always the singer, being forcefully :(..Kind of... classically trained since donkey's ages, hiding behind exercise machines when my music teacher came, and memorizing raag bhopali, dhrupad, xyz, etc etc. with a rather wistful expression.

Dance really began, when I once understood what a looser I was at it, in some party in my childhood, those childhood memories and complexes never really go...they become a part of you and creep into your being...morphing into deep resolve.

Well then there was no turning back, when I realized I can’t even move one step forward and backward at age 11, i decided to become a student and teacher of dance both- of course to myself, no one else would accept me..

Life moved on, I started as the bathroom or rather closed room dancer, then joined shiamak dawar after my boards, hoping at attaining some fantastic prowess at this noble hobby, but all i got was the steps of one song - let’s get loud, which we practiced 40 -50 times and only once did shiamak make this entry-during this ordeal, patted me on the back and left!

Our first performance was in front of Hritik Roshan (in Kamani) along with several other groups- who too came expecting Shiamak to teach them, but spent time with his students (various age groups instead- a very well thought of maximizer strategy indeed)...

Well, time passed, and then some 3.5 years back I joined a smallish institute in Satya Niketan, Passions academy, for which I was less than passionate, and the hugely excess (+20kgs) weight didn’t help that much, I learnt free style, but then I realized the biggest issue I would face long term: the left right problem.

Some people are directionally damn challenged and your’s truly fell into that esteemed league, left and right still has me very confused, and I still can’t grasp the same steps after a simple direction change. Passions academy left me dispassionate – in the final performance I messed up on some steps, which I think they edited out of their CD.

Last year in July the dance bug hit me again, this time to forget some grievances and some backlashes, and I joined classes in vasant kunj. The first day’s Tango depressed me so much, that I thought I will never be back, but since then I’ve carried on: Tango, Swing, Salsa, and not baby steps into Cha Cha (I’m hoping this will be easier)….

I’m still astounded and stunned by left and right, still bewildered with directions, which seem like a veritable maze, but yes call it will power or true love, I’m damn committed.

I am very sure - someday dance will learn me...

Comments

Shivani said…
after reading this particular blog story, it made me realize... i am not only one who has been very persistent:P i guess everyone has seen those days where their unrequited love or passion for something has brought them let's say not so-good days but it is commendable how well you have put in a very deadpan sense of humor;)it is relate-able and makes one root for the writer to see success in their endeavors!
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