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July 17, 2008

Me Vs Dancing

Filed under: Personal — Cris @ 00:10
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I read in another blog about dances. So I thought I will write about my own dancing experiences. Not the best, be warned!

So history. I started learning dance at the age of 3 or 5. No one can make out your age at that point of time, or is it the other way around? Anyway as it turned out it didn’t last long years and I was untuitioned pretty soon.

All the while dancing remained one of my most-loved passions and there is not one day I didn’t sway or swing once around a corner. But as with all good things you love, this one came with a defect. I proved quite bad, in public. Problem with public dances, I realized was that it had a lot of similarity with public other-things, like speeches. So, just as I lost half of my voice and all of my nerves when making speeches, my limbs liked to turn immobile when making public dances.

I did my first public dance in 8th grade. The girls were doing Daler Mehndi’s Bolo Tararara. I was pulled in as a last minute replacement for some girl who got sick. Shock came when one day by chance I saw a scene where one girl was in the centre of my class, mimicking my dance and other girls cheering her on. This girl was doing what looked like a drunken Daffy Duck trying to waddle in thin air. The others applauded and laughed heartily. I should probably have felt proud at having become the source of such enormous entertainment.

Unfortunately my sense of humor failed to switch on and I went into a desperate mode of I-hate-this-world. As a result, resolved to never dance in school again. Luckily I stuck to it till 12th; unluckily I did not later on.

College was alright. I danced only for excursions where my usually publicly-disappearing-muscle-mobility made an exception. Cause there you were in the middle of a group, no one noticed you, and so it was alright to dance without looking like a fool. For of course, if you meant to do any fooling around, you had to have a whole lot of audience gaping at you. Never make any secrecy about it.

Trouble came later at my work place. Not the DJs, they proved good, cause after making sure no one was watching Ms Flimsy Bones in action, I got to swinging around lavishly. No witnesses, no need to look like an idiot. Unfortunately I gave my name for this competition they had. And those very same muscles that betrayed me back in school betrayed me again. They were each descendants of Brutus himself I was sure. One day I was in the dance, the next day I took a huge leap from my stairs missing all the steps in the process and ending up in bed with a strained neck. Third day, I was out of the dance and believe me, it had nothing to do with my strained neck. Dances, strange though it may seem, liked to have movement around, so if you just stood in the middle keeping your hands and legs strictly tied to yourself, they thought it wrong. And they threw you out.

Today I am a refined soul. I knew my stage and I knew my audience. My stage was my living room floor and my audience was me.

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11 Comments »

  1. i share your sentiments. ‘I knew my stage and I knew my audience. My stage was my living room floor and my audience was me.’ – very true with me too πŸ™‚

    Comment by rose — July 17, 2008 @ 00:21 | Reply

  2. Reminds me of the Seinfeld episode where Elaine dances:
    http://worldofseinfeld.blogspot.com/2007/08/elaines-dance.html

    Comment by Pradeep — July 17, 2008 @ 00:45 | Reply

  3. hehe..touchwood..I am a terrible dancer and I haven bothered to test my skills in poublic till date except for those ragging encounters werein,u are kinda forced into carving out a fool within you.. πŸ™‚

    Comment by nikhil menon — July 17, 2008 @ 08:31 | Reply

  4. i can soo relate to ur concluding line, there!! πŸ™‚

    Comment by usha — July 17, 2008 @ 13:21 | Reply

  5. Yeh I also learned dance at a small age but never continued πŸ™‚ I was so very lazy to move my body.. πŸ˜‰ May be now atleast I should try in my living room..:)

    Comment by Dhanya — July 17, 2008 @ 20:33 | Reply

  6. @rose, really? But you had done a few stages and you have done it good.

    @Pradeep, I am not that bad… I hope! Actually my case is the opposite, she moves too much and I move not at all.

    @nikhil, wise move!

    @usha, hehe welcome to the LRDC (Living Room Dancers Club)

    @Dhanya, similar reasons resulted in my dance class termination too! I regret it though!

    Comment by Cris — July 17, 2008 @ 21:18 | Reply

  7. hmm! perhaps it may not turn out to be that bad as u say….and in school days there would be ppl laughing off at the silliest of things….maybe you should give it another try…..i believe u could knock this challenge too fairly well! how abt a try?

    Comment by sajith — July 17, 2008 @ 21:26 | Reply

  8. Crissiiee cant dance saala! πŸ˜› or saali? Confused..

    Comment by Srijith — July 17, 2008 @ 23:12 | Reply

  9. I also had dancing classes when i was small(at the express commands of mommy dearest, of course!) so that i can lose a couple o’ kilos. i was a bit chubby back then. Oh, who am i kidding, i’m still chubby. Anyway, the dance teacher and i became chums and with my super powers of persuasion, did less dancing and more talking( and of course eating snacks meant for the teacher). Mommy dearest realized i was not getting any slimmer(pause for wicked laugh) and dancing lessons went kaput! I still dance, but only in my bedroom. My sis joined me and we started a club( of course,there are only 2 members!) And we enjoy this free form of expression that can be such a stress reliever. So, keep dancing!!

    Comment by M.Rose — July 18, 2008 @ 01:32 | Reply

  10. @cris, not really! U wuldnt say so had u seen me at it.or maybe u were ur dumb-not-so-conscious self when u did πŸ˜‰
    i am happy to knw that there r quite a lot living/bedroom dancers hehe πŸ™‚

    Comment by rose — July 18, 2008 @ 01:53 | Reply

  11. @sajith, I never stopped trying! Only changed my dance floors and audience πŸ˜€

    @Srijith, me more confused! You dont mean salsa?

    @M.Rose, LOL! I can imagine your Mom’s shock. Great, now I could join your club!

    @rose, yes dear we are not alone in the amazingly-uniquely-talented-dancers-world πŸ˜‰

    Comment by Cris — July 18, 2008 @ 22:27 | Reply


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