Monday, February 8, 2016

Want some more salsa?? :)

Have been thinking for so long to sharing what all has been happening with salsa..the 1,2,3..5,6,7..but I guess it just takes a moment and not days of thinking to sharing..so here I am..all fresh and happy to re-live every move all over again…no matter how tired I am, I just can’t stop once I start….one, two, three hours and I am still not tired and with every new step, I seem to get deeper into the magic…and with every step that I am learning, it doesn’t feel complicated any more…I guess it’s all about going with the flow...letting your body go with the beats… J but this doesn’t mean we don’t need to practice…can’t tell how many time we repeat…but never enjoyed practicing anything so much...forward, backward and round over and over again…. J
The last few classes have been so much fun...we learned a few new steps with our partners...the guy turns the girl around and back to 5,6,7…and the guy turns the girl in..then 1,2,3..5,6,7…and then out..in..and finally out…and then back to 1,2,3….5,6,7...hahaha…this may be sounding way too complicated to all of you who aren’t a part of the class but I can totally move to this…wow!!! it’s just so effortless once you get it…and a great feeling to be able to feel this...it’s like the two people dancing together are not just dancing but living every moment of it and sharing it without saying a word…I always wanted to learn this but I had never thought that it felt like this…It’s so funny that I mostly have this big, broad smile throughout the session..it just doesn’t seem to fade…feels absolutely beautiful… J

There is one more thing that I realized when I was dancing with this girl friend of mine pretending to be the GUY…no matter what girls say that it’s “Patriarchal” for the guys to direct us J, it is not an easy job..any mistake and the guy is blamed…hahaha…so let’s give the guys some credit… J And guess what..I am not just learning but also teaching a friend..hahhaha…it makes it all the more fun...thanks to him and all others who have made it possible…can’t wait for the next session and the next step…and hopefully before we all leave for semester break!!! J J J

Salsa is here!! :)

Finally it’s here…after having wanted for such a long time, I finally get the chance to learn Salsa…thanks to SWSF for their initiative…and special thanks to Ajay Pinjani, our instructor J ..when I first heard of it, was so excited to just start with the first class..went there and found this huge crowd of students, all eager to explore this new option in TISS, something different from the regular activities; talks, lectures, seminars, movie screenings and hell lot of work…it seemed everybody was looking forward to some refreshment, and to meeting new people…at least I was..but I was wondering how this many people, some 85, would fit in that room (the Yoga Room in the Gymkhana)..surprisingly, we did…I had reached a little late..so missed some steps..but picked up in a while..oh!!!can’t say how good it was to move to the count..not that I had never danced before but learning it was a whole new experience…1,2,3…5,6,7…it went on and on…learned some steps and went on with the count till we were perfect at it… I was placed right in front of this huge mirror…just felt good…looking at myself…felt like I was dancing to myself J..although my eyes were drifting here n there and it was fun to see other people move on the mirror…no matter how we were moving…everybody seemed to enjoy it and that is what I feel is most important…didn’t even realize when an hour passed..I remember how much I wanted to continue dancing…continue going 1,2,3…5,6,7…I remember stepping out of the Gymkhana with this big, broad smile on my face…J

In the next class, we first repeated the old steps and then Ajay taught us something new…the turn, which looked really difficult…but believe me, with a good instructor like “Ajay” and good learners like “Us”, everything is possible.. J yes..we did it!!! we learned that too…and I completely enjoyed looking at myself on the mirror again and dancing to myself with grace and confidence…hahaha…even if I didn’t, it felt like I did…probably this whole “Salsa” mood does this to you… J after practicing for a while, we were told to pair up with anybody…a girl, a guy..anybody…it was really funny how all of us were trying to find someone…and I decided that I wouldn’t pair up with my friend Preeta J so found Mayuresh, this guy from Habitat Policy..when Ajay was explaining to us on how we were supposed to move our hands in the direction the man in the pair moves his feet, to direct the woman…everyone went like “whyyy???”…seriously TISSians can start on feminism anywhere and everywhere J it was really good dancing with him...I realized the way a man holds a woman when they are dancing reflects a lot about his personality…just a perception…haven’t really danced on any dance form before, so this comes from just how it felt…it was just comfortable dancing…and I believe that is one of the most important things when you are learning anything...well, this has been my experience so far in the classes…looking forward to more of 1,2,3..5,6,7…movements, jiving…all of this J J J

light in the dark!!

i came to this place... a totally new, strange world, really different from where i came.the day i stepped out from the railway station with my father, i was just surprised looking at this huge city and just the thought of having to be without my family here freaked me out.anyway, had to face the reality very soon.the day my father left, i felt completely lost and lonely.joined college, shifted to a p.g. from my uncle's place but none of these really helped me get over my home sickness.it was my will to come to delhi for higher studies but i regretted having taken this decision at all.i couldn't discover the true worth of being here for almost an year.i didn't know what i was doing and where i was heading to.i actually realized that my enthusiasm and spirit was getting down and down every single day.not that i wasn't smiling or laughing at all but i realized it was not me, it was something only superficial.i was trying hard to keep myself busy and involved in activities other than college so that i could feel better, but somehow could find nothing good.

it was like god was watching it all, that he knew that i was sad and low, that i needed a friend, that i needed to do something that would help me recognize my inner-self.it was just by chance that a friend happened to give me a guy's contact, who could help me get associated with some social organization.i finally called him up after few days and fixed a meeting with him.it was through him that i met murphy, the founder of the ngo i am now working with that is called R.O.P.I.O. Foundation.it works for slum kids and women.when i first met him, i wasn't really sure about what it was going to be like.i had stepped into a completely new environment, something that i wasn't familiar with; a large area with some 500-600 families inhibited in it.it was a slum, where murphy and his volunteers taught and helped the kids develop in all aspects.i too went there as a volunteer but soon i found myself hooked up with the place and the people.within days, i could feel the difference in me, i was changing back to what i actually was.i was "happy" after almost an year and was finally satisfied being in delhi.everything changed; the college, the people because i had changed; everything felt happy because i was happy.being with these people, i was helping myself become a better and happier person everyday.but life isn't smooth, there are going to be ups and downs all the time.god keeps testing you by facing you with difficult situations.

i had joined the organization on 15th of november and it was only two weeks after i had joined murphy and his family that i was faced with something i had never even imagined of.the slum of g.point was demolished by the MCD and within two days, all the houses there were pulled down to rubble.seeing people crying all around for their loss, seeing kids shivering in the cold without shelter, seeing murphy shattered amidst all the chaos and rubble, still trying to be strong and calm for the people was something too hard fr me to accept as a reality.it was like a nightmare to me, something i couldn't get over with for quite some time.i cried and felt helpless before all of that, thought that there was nothing i could do for them.my brother then consoled me that crying and feeling sad was no solution, and if i really wanted to do something for these people, i would have to get over my grief first and become stronger, so that i can be there for those in despair and make them believe that there was hope. i went there almost everyday trying to help them in every way possible.i realized that the thing they needed the most was emotional support and love and this was something i could give them.it was after all of this that i realized that all those things i always cribbed about were nothing but mere petty issues compared to what so many people like these faced everyday in their lives.these people taught me to be happy and satisfied with whatever i have and care and share; that it's never the end of the world; that there is always a hope.i am surprised by the fact that in the process of teaching these kids, there is so much more that i have learned and understood.

i feel i have discovered the purpose of my life after after meeting these people.i realize that i would be able to attain the true worth of my life only if continue to help more and more such people and stand so well in life so that i can do a lot more for the cause in future.i would also like to share something with all of you, especially the youth,"if ever you feel sad, just step outside and look around.you'll see so many people who are in worse conditions, yet happier.just try sharing, caring and loving unconditionally..not matter how difficult it might seem..it's worth it, trust me!! 

In search for passion..

Passion seems to be the far gone past!!

How I used to feel before..working was fun..doesn’t feel the same way anymore..feel lost and disoriented..find myself missing something constantly..want to go back to the slums..teach kids..my kids..do creative stuff..do everything that I used to...teach, play, cook, clean, sleepover, watch movies, share hugs and unconditional love..feel the same passion again..I am trying to recall how I moved on..how I have become much more calculated and mechanical over time..I realize some things in me have changed for good but there are something other things that never should have..like the fire that was at its peak in me..the craziness, the drive...

Maybe I was way too emotional back then and a little less into that now, which might be good in a way..because that is what so many people told me..that I need to be practical, I need to move on..I guess I have but I feel I have left a big part of me behind..just to ponder upon the past every single day and wonder why I feel so lost..find myself constantly searching for something bigger..a quest to live and a quest for life...

Every time I feel disappointed about the way my life has turned, I tell myself that I take better care of myself now..pamper myself..go to places..spend on a good cup of coffee at a nice place..buy something nice..but I guess, this is just feeding me externally..this is not something that serves my soul well..I realize this doesn’t make me feel happy..want to go back to my craziness..wonder around..find that one place..find the right kind of people...but I am scared to go on a free spree..risk my security..my comfort zone..risk not living up to all the expectations that I am surrounded by..and to be honest, my own expectations..but how far is my comfort zone going to take me??? This comfort zone that doesn’t seem meaningful enough..need to let myself free for a while..have to walk that extra mile..maybe what I am doing right now is not so bad after all..probably just need an extra spice to find that balance in life..maybe I can start off trying to seek that first before I decide to get let go off everything..keeping to my safe side, but still willing to explore a bit more to find something meaningful..something that touches my heart like before..maybe this way, I can rediscover the lost, actually the hibernating passion in me...