Dancing is a wonderful form of expression. Your swaying your hips to the rhythm and so is everyone on the dance floor. Its a great way to start conversing with people right after and the whole experience puts you in a good mood.
I prefer not to take part in dances that require too much training...that is why I never took up bharatnatyam or mohiniattam...it was a fine trend. Pretty much everyone I knew was doing that and I think I loved my knees too much to go through that torture. As time went by I enrolled for salsa classes - they were very enjoyable...but there are always too many women than men so u never actually get to practice enough. I tried getting people in my house to become the 'guy' and instead they made me do the 'guy' part. So I got the wrong kind of practice. In school there were 4 boys and around 20 odd girls. I remember one round this tall big made guy stepped all over my shoes...am so glad I was wearing booty shoes otherwise my toes would have been sore!
At university I went for salsa classes again when I had the time...I would get too lazy because I had to walk for ages in the cold wearing all those layers....I realised there wasn't much point because I wasn't going to get any practice at home......unless I started dancing by myself (like in the movies) and make a fool of myself......I would just end up waking the person living downstairs due to the delicate floor construction.
I thought of trying something new...Latin and ballroom dancing...I went for 2 classes and quit because the room was filled with 60 girls no kidding and around 10 guys...to be honest I wasn't too bummed with the ratio..but they made us twirl on the same spot...and I thought..Am I paying for this? I can do this myself....if i turn crazy....am sure it will happen at some point...we are all gonna become senile some day the way the world is going...
Its Navaratri this time a year...for people who don't know..its a festival celebrated by Hindus for 9 days. My sister coaxed me to go for this garba/dandiya event conducted by the Gujaratis in Qatar. I totally dreaded going in the first place because we had to leave around 9ish pm....that is damn late! given the fact that after a long time I woke up early in the morning...so I really didn't feel like going but its just one other obligation. Getting ready was just painful....I could actually feel my ears (thanks to the heavy earrings!) and the clothes are so chunky!!! No wonder we wear this stuff only for occasions...the material is just not made for comfort.........I have to dance in this?...
All the makeup was done..my outfit looked beautiful..everything was set. We reached there...and being tamil doesn't give u brownie points in a gujarati event...you stick out and also you don't know anyone!!! We caught up with a couple of families that we recognized.... Before coming I thought..I have done dandiya before and it should be fun..the music should put me in a better mood..
The light was unflattering, there were kids barging and running on every side. Did they purposely push me while squeezing through? I will never know. I personally thought the garba was lame because it was the same single step for 1 hour and the music was so boring, there are so many fast songs out now...why put songs from the 70's?...I really couldn't dance to it..so in 1 minute I stopped and stood somewhere...began texting and wiling some time...Then I feel a strong poke, I quickly turned around and this woman from behind told me to MOVEEEEEEEEEEEE because she couldn't see....of course she couldn't see she was happily sitting down. So I moved and just wondered when this thing would end...the music got faster but not in a good way...because people began sweating more, it brought out a wonderful smell in the hall.
I thought I enjoyed most forms of dancing..but I just didn't fit in. I felt very tall.....I now understand why some people never dance...i believe them when they say they don't enjoy it...maybe they enjoy other types of music. I was utterly bored and I can't really hide my expressions that welll...so it was clear...my sister got a glimpse of me and thought 'oh crap! she's utterly bored and probably pissed off...its a good thing she will go to sleep once she gets home...'
hehehe..trust me I expressed explicitly my disappointment once we left...the dandiya started finally....it was ok..not as boring as the garba..i was in it for a change. On our way out one of my uncles asked, 'so will u be coming tomorrow' NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO......but I said, 'I probably won't be able to come but my sister might' Finally we left!!! I don't think I have ever been this relieved!
what i learnt?......Think before you go anywhere! and make sure you have a quick exit strategy if you want to leave...reebok shoes to run away, or your father's car keys!.....or maybe hit the fire alarm..
I prefer not to take part in dances that require too much training...that is why I never took up bharatnatyam or mohiniattam...it was a fine trend. Pretty much everyone I knew was doing that and I think I loved my knees too much to go through that torture. As time went by I enrolled for salsa classes - they were very enjoyable...but there are always too many women than men so u never actually get to practice enough. I tried getting people in my house to become the 'guy' and instead they made me do the 'guy' part. So I got the wrong kind of practice. In school there were 4 boys and around 20 odd girls. I remember one round this tall big made guy stepped all over my shoes...am so glad I was wearing booty shoes otherwise my toes would have been sore!
At university I went for salsa classes again when I had the time...I would get too lazy because I had to walk for ages in the cold wearing all those layers....I realised there wasn't much point because I wasn't going to get any practice at home......unless I started dancing by myself (like in the movies) and make a fool of myself......I would just end up waking the person living downstairs due to the delicate floor construction.
I thought of trying something new...Latin and ballroom dancing...I went for 2 classes and quit because the room was filled with 60 girls no kidding and around 10 guys...to be honest I wasn't too bummed with the ratio..but they made us twirl on the same spot...and I thought..Am I paying for this? I can do this myself....if i turn crazy....am sure it will happen at some point...we are all gonna become senile some day the way the world is going...
Its Navaratri this time a year...for people who don't know..its a festival celebrated by Hindus for 9 days. My sister coaxed me to go for this garba/dandiya event conducted by the Gujaratis in Qatar. I totally dreaded going in the first place because we had to leave around 9ish pm....that is damn late! given the fact that after a long time I woke up early in the morning...so I really didn't feel like going but its just one other obligation. Getting ready was just painful....I could actually feel my ears (thanks to the heavy earrings!) and the clothes are so chunky!!! No wonder we wear this stuff only for occasions...the material is just not made for comfort.........I have to dance in this?...
All the makeup was done..my outfit looked beautiful..everything was set. We reached there...and being tamil doesn't give u brownie points in a gujarati event...you stick out and also you don't know anyone!!! We caught up with a couple of families that we recognized.... Before coming I thought..I have done dandiya before and it should be fun..the music should put me in a better mood..
The light was unflattering, there were kids barging and running on every side. Did they purposely push me while squeezing through? I will never know. I personally thought the garba was lame because it was the same single step for 1 hour and the music was so boring, there are so many fast songs out now...why put songs from the 70's?...I really couldn't dance to it..so in 1 minute I stopped and stood somewhere...began texting and wiling some time...Then I feel a strong poke, I quickly turned around and this woman from behind told me to MOVEEEEEEEEEEEE because she couldn't see....of course she couldn't see she was happily sitting down. So I moved and just wondered when this thing would end...the music got faster but not in a good way...because people began sweating more, it brought out a wonderful smell in the hall.
I thought I enjoyed most forms of dancing..but I just didn't fit in. I felt very tall.....I now understand why some people never dance...i believe them when they say they don't enjoy it...maybe they enjoy other types of music. I was utterly bored and I can't really hide my expressions that welll...so it was clear...my sister got a glimpse of me and thought 'oh crap! she's utterly bored and probably pissed off...its a good thing she will go to sleep once she gets home...'
hehehe..trust me I expressed explicitly my disappointment once we left...the dandiya started finally....it was ok..not as boring as the garba..i was in it for a change. On our way out one of my uncles asked, 'so will u be coming tomorrow' NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO......but I said, 'I probably won't be able to come but my sister might' Finally we left!!! I don't think I have ever been this relieved!
what i learnt?......Think before you go anywhere! and make sure you have a quick exit strategy if you want to leave...reebok shoes to run away, or your father's car keys!.....or maybe hit the fire alarm..
