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So you think you can dance?








Dancing is something which is common to everyone- all countries, cultures, religions, both the sexes and all age groups. From a Canadian to a Russian, a villager to a high society businessman, everyone knows what dancing is and has some or the other time danced in their lives.

In our Indian culture itself, there are so many forms of dances that it may take an entire lifetime to master anyone of them. There's Kathak, Bharatnatyam, Bhangra, Kuchipudi and so many others. Having learned Kathak for a few years myself, I think I can safely state that it is no 'bai haath ka khel' !

But dancing is more than learning just a form of art. Dancing is also a way of expression of happines. Think about it. Whenever you hear a good news, dont you dance as an outlet for all the happiness and energy that just got built inside you? Don't you jump and clap your hands or shoot your hand up in the air? That's how liberating dancing is.
But hello, not everyone can dance. I, for one, can't. Go to any shaadi and I can bet that you'll find at least one weirdo on the dance floor, dancing like a madman on loose.

All the Blooywood films have portrayed heroes as good dancers. The villain snatches the girl, the hero goes to save her, kills the villain and then both the hero and the heroine dance in the end, most likely in a remote desert in one scene and a snow clad mountain in the next.

What I am trying to say is, the 'hero' has always been portrayed as a good dancer. Hence, we expect our boyfriends and husbands to be good dancers because of the image created. People are expected to be good dancers because of the 'hero' effect. (the 'hero' effect is only partially responsible. There are a few other reasons a s well)

Not just Bollywood films, but dancing has always played an important role in Hollywood too. In films like Dirty dancing, Step Up, Save the Last dance and Bring It On (come on, cheerleading is almost dancing), the central idea was dance.

Step Up was the movie that made me look at dancing with a different perspective. Oh, how I wish I could dance good enough, just so I could be with the seemingly perfect Channing Tatum [<3].>
And dont even get me started on the number of dance based reality shows that have cropped up.
Even as a kid, weren't you bugged by all those Aunties who kept saying 'Beta, Aunty, ko dance karke dikhao!'. Jeez. A kid can't even get his sleep.
Dancing comes to us naturally. As an expression of joy, a form of art or just about anything. There are some who don't dance (because they can't or don't want to), but to each his own, right?
And incidentally, today, as in 29th of April, is World Dance Day. So put on your dancing shoes and groove to the music. (wait, what was the phrase?)
Happy Dance Day! :D
Love,
Srishti







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Love or Mortality?




A few days ago, I was watching a movie called Tuck Everlasting. In it, there was a family of immortals, the Tucks, and Jesse Tuck falls in love with Winnie, a mortal girl. But the Tucks didn't want to be immortal. They accidently drank water from a spring which cursed them with immortality.
Now obviously, Winnie couldn't be with Jesse while she's still a mortal, because as she ages, Jesse would stay frozen as he is.

So she debates whether to have water from that spring. To give up her mortality at the cost of her love or give up her love at the cost of mortality.
Tough one, huh?

It actually is. I put myself in her situation and found it really hard to choose between love and mortality. Now normal (mortal) and lucky (love-wise) people actually have both. Their 'someone special' and the ability to die. But supposing you didnt, Suppose that by some twist of fate (in love with a vampire?) you HAVE to choose one.

Which one would you choose?

Now me, I am a die-hard believer of love and a HOPELESS romantic. But I also believe that living forever would really, truly suck.
What would I do? No idea.

You can't just choose love in the spur of a movement. I know its a very noble thing to do and the test of true love and all, but its a very hard decision.
Another thing I'd like to point out here.
Take the case of Twilight. When Bella learns that Edward is a vampire and to continue their realtionship, Bella'll have to be a vampire ergo immortal, she instantly agrees to be a vampire.

But that is not normal human reaction! I mean, I adore the Twilight Series and all, but this particular point was difficult to believe. No matter how intense and serious a relationship is, you just wont give up your mortality in a second.
I'm not saying she shouldn't have become a vampire. I'm just saying, she should have taken out the pros and cons and at least considered the alternative and think about the consequences.

But she was all "Bite me".
Its not Romeo and Juliet where the only obstacle was family enimity, 'cuz I'm all for eloping. Its a question of your mortality.

Currently though, I still dont have the answer as to what I would choose. But maybe, later in life when I'm actually in love and have a 'muse' (!), I'd be able to answer that. Just maybe :)

All my love,
Srishti

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Good Old Holi

Holi has always been my favourite festival. Some people fail to understand why (other) people love colours and getting drenched and hanging around looking like a make-up artist's worst nightmare. But seriously, what can be more fun than throwing colourful gulal in the air or caking each other's faces with it shrieking 'Happy Holi!' ?

I've lived in an appartment complex for a major part of my life where, I am pleased to say, Holi is celebrated with full vigour and enthusiasm. Holi celebration always began days before the actual Holi. As soon as our exams got over, we'd go over to the market to buy water balloons. ("No, buy the one with the less pinks. Pinks never work").

And then of course, would commence the inevitable battle between girls and boys. It used to be so exciting, throwing water balloons at the boys, in retalitation to their unprovoked attack the previous day. Then fleeing the spot, as they would chase us the entire evening. After finally getting drenched from head to toe, we'd go home and get scolded yet again ("What if you catch Pneumonia? Huh? Then how will you play Holi?").

But it was so thrilling, hiding behind the solitary pillar, knowing they'd pelt you with water bombs if you made a sound. And then there was the real Holi itself, more fun than anything that happened in the past week. Waking up early to fill the buckets with water balloons and getting our pichkaaris ready ("I got the Dragon pichkaari! Ha! Beat that!"). We'd go down at around nine, and forget everything else till the afternoon. There are parts which are very vivid in my mind.

Stuffing hot pakoras in our mouths.Gazing admiringly at 'bade bhaiyas and didis' who had black 'grease' on their hands ("Look, so-and-so bhaiya has silver grease! And golden!") Debating whether we ought to try some bhaang or not. Filling the emptied water tanks of the pichkaari from the hand pump.

And then we went back home and cleaned up,. All scrubbed and shining, we'd go down looking new, for everyone had lunch together on Holi. We'd all sit together, showing each other the colours which had still not faded completely, because it had been particularly 'strong' (" That idiot _____ put pakka rang on me").

And then after everyone went home, we'd all sit together and pour the delicious raita in little cups, and sip it elegantly, while playing that game, Queen Queen Good Morning, in which one person gave the 'den' and the rest mimed a play and the dener guessed which play it was.
And that concluded my Holi. Although I like Holi as much as ever, its not celebrated as well as we did earlier. But I'm determined. Although fifteen, I'm still not ready to give up on water balloons. I dont care how many disapproving looks I get from Aunties, I'll pelt people with balloons. And yes, even the nine-year-olds.

And although we may skip the raita part this year, Holi still will be fun. At least for me :)
Happy Holi everyone!

Update on 16/03/09 : I was wrong. Holi this year was as good as ever. Even with different people :)

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The Anonymous poem

This is a poem I found in HT Classifeds on Valentine's Day. I think its really beautiful and reaches out to your heart. Here:

When you ask me why I love you,
I dont know what to say.
I love every part of you,
in every single way.
But if you want specifics,
I'll try to meet your wish.
And do my very, very best
to make a simple list.
I love you for your arms,
that hold me every night.
I love you for your kisses,
sometimes strong and sometimes light.
I love you for your patience,
that never seems to end.
I love you for the fact,
that I can call you a friend.
I love you for your lips,
that always seem to smile.
When you look upon my face,
for just a little while.
I love you for your eyes,
that see deep within my soul.
I love you for your ability,
to always make me whole.
I love you for your honesty,
I know you'll never lie.
I love you for your passion,
so much it makes me cry.
I love you for your quirkiness,
and the little jokes you tell.
I love this and a million other things as well.
You see how hard it is ,
to narrow it all down.
There are far too many reasons,
but one thing I have found...
I love you for your brains,
but I love your body too.
In short I love every single thing,
that has to do with you!

I think this is an AMAZING poem and I wish the person all the very best who wrote this poem and hope he/she have a full and happy realtionship with the person to whom the poem's dedicated :)

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