Sway with me...

' A jack of all trades ...'  thats what they used to call me... but as the saying goes..i also happened to be the Master of none.
     Be it singing, dancing, writing poems, short stories, sketching, painting, photography, one month of playing the guitar, another month the piano, collecting stuff... i ve tried it all... not to mention the fact that my interest in these activities would grow most often as the examinations grew near...
        ' you can do them after the exams are over!!! my mom would scream ' of to your books now!!
     ' its not important to try everything and then leave them!!' she would say.. 'but to try your best in one field and excel!'
  so what if i was not a master... i had the confidence that i could do anything, if i wanted to... not coz i was good at it.. but because it was an adventure each time i tried... '

but that was a long time ago...

now,  i'm just a lost wanderer with a medical degree with apparently no time for anything else but to obssess over my future...something u or i have no freakin control over. what post grad am i going to do ?.. where am i going to do it..? how soon am i going to buy a home or atleast a car? when will my parents take a sigh of relief..? i left all my adventures behind to answer these questions .or else i would feel so guilty. coz thats whats more important isnt it... or is it...?

when my mom urged me to join singing classes or dancing classes during my medical internship, i laughed saying ' i have no time for that'!!

sigh....!!dancing... !!
when i remember the days on  stage, clad in heavy make up , bright lights adorning the face , with smile so huge u can see all  32 teeth,   hands and feet navigating around in rythmic fashion.. i remember what it feels like to be free...
          whether it is the strict posture maintenance required in bharathnatyam, the graceful swaying in kutchipudi or strong footwork required in kathak, the feeling of ecstasy that surrounds your soul transends the aching that every small muscle in your body would be suffering...no inhibitions , no fear of looking foolish, because u r there just to dance. to lose yourself in the story and  glory of it all.....

         the perfect part comes ,when the freshness you would feel after an hour of dancing is like a pathway that opens in your mind, allowing every book that u study flow in like a beautiful river of fresh water. (not to ignore the fact that i scored better in exams during my dancing years!!!)
     
  how many times have you heard a foot tapping song while you were in a crowded area and wanted to just stretch your hands , wave your hips and lose yourself in the beats.... how many parties have you stood at the corner clapping your hands pretending to be shy when all u wanted to do was the exact opposite.
dance may seem difficult, tiring, stupid or even a waste of time ...but try it, when u can ...cause it can set you free....

         well... am i going to stop with the indian cultural forms?...  two weeks ago i saw an advertisement in the paper for latin dancing... would i risk ' wasting' my time taking these classes? the salsa, mambo, merengue, ball room dancing ... when i see the pussycat dolls swaying away with their slender long legs (well thats something i reeeeally need to work on ;-)) it makes me wonder... can i pull it off? or should i rather be using my time preparing for a future i have no idea about... we'll just have to live life and see,  dont we...?