A mind that writes is a strange one. I wouldn't say fingers since they are mere slaves. A mind sparked with an idea is like a force.. Like a fire permeating through the hand onto paper as ink.
But inspiration itself is a very moody being. She won’t come when you want her to. She decides when she comes and most of the times it will be when you are busy with something else; As if life itself was not ironic enough with its quagmire of problems.. Nevertheless, inspiration comes to those whom she knows will get themselves out of their beds or pull over into an empty parking lot to punch in those keys .. The keys that could change the course of time…But then she should come.. And until she does, the mind is like a drought hit land.. Parched and awaiting the rains.. All it needs is that one drop which would then evolve like wildfire, if let loose.. Until nothing remains of it..
Now I wouldn't attribute power changing abilities to my mind but it does ache to write when the drought runs too long.. And such was the case for some time now.. There I was at an after party hanging out with friends and listening to what they had to say..
About Dance..
Watching them come to tears while describing how profoundly important they considered it to be in their lives. About how they would fight with life’s obligations to accommodate it.. About the sacrifices and they made to keep dance in their lives. About how dance served as a panacea..
And she came..
Dance... I thought to myself..
I had my own story as well.. People had come and gone..Friends left.. Places changed.. But dance was something that stuck by me since I could remember.. I hadn't made much of it since it was something that easily came to me.. That one thing that I thoroughly enjoyed.. Something which I couldn't ever get tired of.. There were periods when I didn't pay much attention to it but it always clawed its way back to me. To pick me up when I was down and in turmoil.. Helping me take my mind off things..
But then I was not sure if it ever left me.. As a kid I would start dancing, all dignity forgotten and unabashed, whenever there was a catchy song playing on TV.. My cousin sowed the initial seeds of dancing in me after which it just grew.. And as I grew, so did my passion for dancing.. I set on along the path less taken.. Alone, exploring and piecing together disparate dance forms in my mind..
I am among them who would be mentally choreographing steps to a song playing on the radio.. Who would dance in the bathroom to a song, albeit not sung in the best of voices.. Moonwalking and pushing grocery trolleys along the aisles in supermarkets.. Suddenly doing a “Susie q” while walking down the street while plugged into the ipod.. Doing side body waves while working on Paneer Burji with the spatula.. Sitting late nights checking out Advanced Samba Dance Videos for an upcoming show .. Feeling all sentimental after witnessing a contemporary piece about love, loss and recuperation.. Waking up in the middle of the night to perfect “The Six Step”.. And sitting up till 2am to finish a write up about dance.. :)
Prabhu Deva rightly says in ABCD, “Dance ek nasha hain.. Wohhain toh aur koi nashe ki zarrorat nahin.” Exactly the thing I have been telling my friends for some time now when they begin rolling their eyes on knowing that I don’t drink or smoke.
Somebody laughed and I was shaken from my reverie.. People were still chipping in, lending and venting out their experiences.. I let my mind resume its drill..
I was in high school.. A friend of mine had asked me if I was interested in opening a dance school with him.. We were choreographing a Hip Hop piece together and it was coming out well. People loved it and hence the interest. But I shunned the idea and fell back to Newton’s laws and Euler’s theorems.. Not because I was afraid to take the leap; my parents would have supported me with whatever I wanted to do.. Just that I danced because I enjoyed it and was passionate about it.. But I was not sure if I wanted to build a career init. Yes there was little security from a career perspective but more importantly because I guess I didn't completely understand what it meant to meat that point in my life..
So I followed the herd and took the usual path of electronics and software.. I was happy.. I still danced at every possible event I could.. On every occasion.. Or while walking from the kitchen to the bedroom.. I dabbled with various styles and my body responded to anything I threw at it.. I was happy when I was dancing even though my mind was battling a tempest inside.. And then I realized.. That even if everything fell apart and I was stranded, I had a friend I could count on blindly.. A friend who would nurse me back to health.. A friend within me.. My love for Dance..
It’s true, I thought to myself.. Dancing made me happy and changed my surroundings. It brought with it people with whom I could throw my head back and have a laugh.. With whom I could connect owing to a common entity.. Our passion for dancing.. I began looking forward to evenings when there would be practice sessions.. Yes the bonding and camaraderie was appealing.. But mainly because I was able to dance.. To Be part of something good while doing something I always loved.. I would be at work with one part of my mind wondering how to get rid of the darn NullPointerException that was preventing my code from running and the other part remembering the steps to Justin Timberlake’s Suit and Tie.. Checking out videos during lunch to get a feel of the song and the steps.. Popping and Locking by the coffee machine (While ensuring that my VP wasn't passing by :))
Not all might relate with what I have written. But that’s ok. There are people who can dance.. And there are others who love to dance.. Being able to dance is besides the point.. Dancing is as simple as shaking a leg vigorously during Ganpati Visarjans.. Or dancing big to Nakka Mukka.. Dancing is as simple as moving your body to express what you have in mind. Something that makes you happy..
But then why would you shake a leg when you have two? Something I am yet to understand. :)
So all my fellow dance lovers out there.. Dance is much more powerful than we think it is.. If we let it, it can pull us out of the deepest trenches we have dug for ourselves and help rebuild us if need be.. And if you haven’t realized that yet, in time you will..
So all my fellow dance lovers out there.. Dance is much more powerful than we think it is.. If we let it, it can pull us out of the deepest trenches we have dug for ourselves and help rebuild us if need be.. And if you haven’t realized that yet, in time you will..
So keep dancing and break a leg or two if you can.. Coz there is always time for that one last dance you have been denying yourself.. :)