DANCE

A few emotions can only be expressed by your eyes, some by your smile and another few by your gestures. But there's one thing that can convey any and every feeling that you have - DANCE.
Today's post is not to write about various Dance forms and how they depict the Bhav, rasa, Natya etc. I want to share what Dance means to me and when does it actually come to me.

I belong to the exception set of Middle Path people. It won't be an exaggeration to say that I feel happy for no reason and the next moment, I might find myself mired in misery due to a single troubling thought. And some of my friends, I am glad to share this, sail in the same boat with me. And I find it absolutely normal.

Sometimes, Dance strikes me hard!

Today was one such day. Lying on my comfortable bed, packed nicely in a blanket (evenings are now cold in Punjab), I was listening to 'Deewani Mastani' on 9XM channel while occasionally checking out my phone for the white notification light. The song switched on to 'Gulaabo' from Shaandaar and there was I, on the Desi Dance Floor, dancing madly to the tune. I was so immersed in dance that I, now, am unable to figure out as to what had happened in a fraction of a second that flung the blanket off and threw me onto the floor. I had no idea where my arms were going or where my feet were. This is something comparable to the Baraati Dance, though much more decent!

The playlist was good. Next came 'Sare Mainu kiu Sharabi kehnde ne', then 'Ye chhori badi Drama Queen hai!' followed by 'Tung Tung'. Being a Punjabi, I have a positive bias towards Bhangra and I am quite good at it. While I was enjoying the complete immersion, I had to attend a call. And after that call ended, it was all still, as if I were sitting all along and no Dance ever happened. Thorough silence, followed by another round of silence and so on. No sweat on body, no Beats in the heart!

I won't let out the details of the call. :)



Please share in the comments below if you have had similar experience.

Let me know if you haven't heard these party songs. 

A Song to Share

Hi all,

Thanks for taking out time to visit my blog. Today, I am not writing any fiction or attempted fiction. I will share a song with you all.

Cheers Darlin' by Damien Rice

I listened to it for the first time today on my FB feed. It is so engaging,just mesmerising, effortless singing. This guy, Damien Rice , has a rich collection of songs. And sings in such a baritone, that leaves me asking for more.

Do hear to more of them if you like this.

Thanks Damien for making songs that help me divert attention from all the other things. Love your singing. 

P.S. : I will try to be regular on this platform and share things that I find interesting on internet, or otherwise too. Five years down the lane, I can revisit myself. Such a powerful idea!

Thanks to all the readers, if there are any. :)

Equilibrium - The game of Gain and Loss

As a kid, I used to wonder how does equilibrium come into place. I had read and memorized a definition in chemistry class. Check http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Equilibrium to find the various types of balance in various branches of study.

B.A.L.A.N.C.E
how simple to understand. It is one of those basic words we get to know when we start to understand the world with our senses. Why does a frog eat a mosquito?.. Why do we eat plants and animals?.. to maintain balance. I extrapolate it.. Why do we die? to maintain balance.. ....................digression!
Why is it necessary to maintain balance? what would happen otherwise?

I talk here about Equilibrium of personalities. How do people balance each other? what happens when people cant balance and lead to disequilibrium? I have learnt that a hot body loses heat to a cooler body to come into a state of equilibrium and that cooler body gains heat to reach the same state. How does it account in case of individuals? A person with a higher temperament should lose something and the cooler person should gain something the furious one loses, to maintain balance. But I have always found that the cooler person loses self respect and ego to gain equilibrium point. The wiser gene in me , once commented you gained wisdom and the capacity to mollify, placate, assuage.. Didn't you?

Of the Mountains, From the Plains

I suffer from Travel sickness.  I have bouts of nausea and uneasiness even in the Toy Train that runs from Shimla to Kalka on narrow gauge, not to mention the terrible car rides to the mountains where only dozing off comes to my rescue.

And I feel cold when most of the people are sweating.  Such is my weird constitution.

Talking to a friend whom I admire for certain things, made me ponder upon the conflict that has remained unresolved ever since it arose in my mind.  When thinking of running to a far off place, away from these deafening silences,  drowned out voices in the hustle bustle of the city life, the complexities that have assimilated into the lives of people defying the simple living thoughts....  Himalayas were the place of respite for me.

This was one such day.  I was bored of the monotonous routine and was actually writing college end semester exams.  And as has been my habit of postponing things and then freaking out to complete syllabus in haste,  these exams were no exception.
I was wondering about the futility of exams and CGPA system,  concentrating  on my unfulfilled dreams,  directing  that movie in my head which would start my film making career, and a lot of unimportant thoughts which should not have been consuming my small cpu's processing time and resources. Thanks to an expected call by a friend in the middle of night to enquire about the topics to be covered yet, I turned pragmatic. Pragmatism,  not to complete the pending syllabus but to plan with her to  flee away to the hitherto unexplored reaches of the Himalayas.  Mind you,  I hadn't  even known of  Monk who sold his Ferrari back then. After half an hour of lamenting over the system  not meant for the  non-conformists, better sense prevailed and  we decided to resume preparation. The Himalayan destination stayed in my mind.

This year, I wanted to escape so many future decisions and so,  The Himalayan Destination came to my rescue.  I told my fair friend  that I might be staying at his home in the Himalayan village when I muster enough courage to run from home. Not to run away with some guy,  but to stay alone,  all by myself, in the distant land, away from the mundane, be calm and peaceful,  away from all the associations,  bondings.
This was around five months back.

Today,  while discussing with a friend, the lives of people who live in Plains and hills,  the differences in their life styles, various adaptations of each according to their climatic conditions and considering my dislike for long travel in the mountainous zig-zag roads and my vulnerability to cold,  I decided that my place of respite needs a change.  That place should be able to  bring peace to my mind and not affect my physiology, unlike the mountains.
How about Beaches???? :p

For me, Destinations are not defined by the path,  but by the hopes of cherishable experiences.

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