Shall We Dance ???

22May07

Done with my exams finally !! No comments, no rants, no posts on what I did during the last week, no oaths, no rules, no nothing

One year of college is over and I am soooooooooooooooooooo glad…God, am on cloud nine, not because I fared really well in all my exams (and i did not fare well either ), but, just because 2 whole loathsome semesters are over…

Somethings beforehand :

People, see this first….Khaled Hosseini’s “A Thousand Splendid Sun’s” Budday today..Yabba Dabba Doo !! Am waiting to lay my hands on that book…Keeping my Fingers crossed..Hope this book turns out to be as good as The Kite Runner

And then see this…:D

One of my most favourite indi-pop numbers…Stumbled upon this video after a reeeeeeeeeeely long time…OST : Padosan..The original track is amazing as well In fact all the songs in this movie (Ek Chatur Naar and Mere Saamne waali Khidki mein) are wonderful Kishore Da aache, kekava venum

And then listen to this

Pehla Nasha.mp3

Another melodious romantic number…My favouritest of all the romantic, euphonious numbers, I’ve ever heard (non-ARR songs that is !)…Sadhana and Udit have sung this song amazingly well…The prelude that comes at 0.45 seconds is soooooooooooooo pleasant and lovely and dreamy

My Actual Post :

I’ve actually tried exploring the anfractuosities of M and A in M.A.D (as in Music, Arts and Dance) and I have successfully found my way, through a few (among the innumerable) labyrinthine mazes, as far as Music and Art is concerned. Art is still an alien province for me. just because, I have seen some Picasso, Da Vinci and Braque works, doesn’t mean I know the whole enchilada !

Coming to dance, Nithya and dance People, who know me would probably laugh their hearts out, if these two words are mentioned. Dance and me, actually are like chalk and cheese. The first time I ever danced, was during my 1st standard, when my parents enrolled me into a dance school. I went for about a week and came back home yelling “Amma, yenna eppapaaru kaala madichinde, fold panna maari vekka solra..Enakku pidikalai..Evlo naal thaan naan apdi pannuven..Seekrama paatuku ellam dance sollithara na naan poven..Illati maaten”. That was it..A big full stop to dancing..After a few years, when I was in ninth class, during my cousin’s marriage, when all my other cousins, aunties, uncles and Thathas (yeah My maternal Thatha had a ball, dancing He was too good on the floor, let me tell you and so was my then 8 year old cousin. She rocked totally and yeah so did my then 20 year old cousin ) were bouncing happily, in the name of dance, I was running around, in the Mandapam, doing odd jobs like serving food, baby-sitting, panneer thalichifying , in the form of welcoming people, serving coffees to all those gossip-maamis etc etc, just because I wanted to avoid my entry into the dance floor. I somehow managed to succeed in that.And after that, when I was in 10th standard, during our yearly school excursions, I was forced to dance along with 2 friends of mine, just because I was some crappy team captain, in the campfire. I made a big fool of myself, by doing sporadic jigs, whilst none of my teachers were watching. 11th standard was worse. I was forced to dance twice. Once on stage (Aaaaaaaaaah), during our school pupil leader elections and another time, during a personality development camp, that I attended (RYLA). That on-stage dance was so pathetic. “Apdi Podu” and “Yakkai thiri” were the ditties, that were being played. I tried to turn away from this behemoth, but I actually couldn’t. I was literally pulled on stage, to dance. I did a few “Bhangra” (!!) steps with my senior Prabneeth (It was fun though ). During the RYLA ‘talent night’ session, after all my co-Rylarians, finished exhibiting their talents, there was this dance-e-thon sorta thingy. Full of music, a pub sort of atmosphere, dim lighting and No alcohol, mind you ! People, young’ies’ and oldies were swaying their bodies to all sorts of funky tunes. Upas (THE True friend – She and I never make it a point to dance Dancing is the only thing, that we haven’t done together, or have we ? Oh yeah we have..That Kaho Na Pyaar Hai prancing thing in the bus ) and me stood there like two zombies, JUST clapping our hands violently. We didn’t even bother to shake our heads a bit
Actually I don’t dance, even when nobody is watching
Sigh..So much for the clumsy me and my two left feet

Now, all on a sudden, after this trip to Chennai (for Saarang, that is) and after seeing Dr Padma Subramaniam’s ammmmmmmmmaing performance in a local temple, here, last week, I’ve re-developed this fascination for Bharatnatyam and other forms of Western dancing (Salsa, Rumba and Ballet in particular). Saarang had these sooper dance workshop sessions (for free ), that included Salsa, Rumba, Lambada and some other Western dance sessions. The pathetic part was you needed a guy-partner

I would have attended the workshop, if I had a proper partner*wink* Whenever I listen to amazing soft dance-worthy numbers or some groovy numbers, I feel like shedding all my inhibitions away and dancing. But I really don’t know as to why I can’t possibly do that. I seriously envy all those people, who can atleast swing to music. Dance is a marvellous way to show that you appreciate music and that you are unleashing all your emotions, in a very relaxed manner. Next time, I go to Saarang, I’ll definitely make it a point to enroll myself in that worshop (Partner condition to be satisfied, yes). People, watch out, the clumsy oaf is back into action, this time in an even gawkier fashion

P.S : No blogging for another week Am leaving for Chennai…Will not be able to comment on your posts either..So people, will be back next week, with tons and tons of posts
And Sharan advance Congo on 75 and Iyer, advance Congo on 50
Will miss my blog and all your blogs too (

P.P.S : Some day, I hope, I will be able to dance in a not-so-awkward-not-so-uncomfortable manner to the songs, the widgets, of which, I have included here in this post

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