Broken Dreams?

“Many of us search for a purpose, mission, or long to live out some particular dream but never venture outside of the box where we feel the most comfortable.  What are the reasons for this?  Safety? Security? Fear? Rationalism? Are you living your life to your fullest?  Is there something missing that you are holding yourself back from going after?*What is it that you would most like to do with your life?  Are you doing that now?”

Do I have a particular dream- something which I miss, or regret not doing? How do I want myself to express to this world? It is Dance.

1Dance was something which I was always very proud of. Being a trained classi2cal dancer, I have won many a hearts and it was always a passion. It was in my nursery days, when I first danced on stage. I still remember, wearing a pretty little pink frock,dancing to the tunes of, “Lulu skip to mu Lou, Skip to my lou, my darling“…a popular partner stealing song and dance from the American frontier period. Lol, that’s a pic of me receiving my first award. 🙂 I still hum the song and I am sure Mom remembers the same. She was seated in the front row along with other proud parents. I was so full of content and felt like a superstar when I leapt in joy showing off my “Little Oxford Dictionary”.(That was the award, though).

I danced to be alive, it was freedom.. it made me feel I can fly. It kept me sane and express what I could not say. It was religion and my meditation. It made me feel free and brought me bliss. I danced to mend my broken heart.. I danced since it made me feel better. Dancing defined me and I danced because I was given the gift to do so.8ec8463889629dc73d660c38cbbc7ac2
A Bharatnatyam Dancer

Why am I referring everything as “was”!! Simply because I don’t dance anymore. Because somewhere along the lane, I had gotten busy scoring grades, joining a job and settling down in a20e82686b7f51cc334bcdeae522dea03 beautiful married life.

And today, when I look back, I feel as if I have lost something important, as if I have lost a part of myself. And today when I am asked to shake a leg at a party or a gettogether, I feel lost.And when I hear a ghungro, I wince.

It is true, “You know you are a dancer, when you have an uncontrollable urge to choreograph every song on your Ipod.” And I know, I am one. I miss dancing and I am sure, soon I will rise like a phoenix and continue my passion.

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  1. alienorajt says:

    Dance, dance, dance, little lady – as the Noel Coward song says! I sense you will return to the dance.

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  2. I meant….. Great post! Hehe! Sorry x

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  3. Oh you should get back to dancing, you will love it! Get post x

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  4. Haha I’m happy your on cloud 9 thats great, maybe you can dance on cloud 9? hehe I used to love the yellow brick road and always wanted those red shoes that she had, the minute she put them on the music would start and she had to dance!

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  5. Please do dance again. I love dancing but am not trained but I feel all the things you do, it is a form of escapism, of living dreams in your head, the passion the freedom. I can only imagine it heightened so when you are ‘trained’ as such and it sounds like you so want to do it again, I hope you do and please let us know when that happens so we can all make a big ‘clap’ in celebration x

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  6. Lovely post…thank you so much for sharing. I love to dance and I suck at it but I don’t care…my kids laugh at me but they know the joy and therapy in dancing. It is when I feel free and just soar. i am sure you will dance again…you have the talent which is something you never lose…like riding a bike:) Namaste, Oliana

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    • Very Sweet of you to say this, Oliana. Good to know that you love to dance too… “Dance like noone’s watching”, so just dont care 🙂 Happy dancing and Namaste 🙂

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      • Yes, I started at 45 to care less what people thought when dancing in public. A friend told me I looked like Caren Dias in Charlie’s Angels…just going all goofy….and here i thought I was dancing beautifully…haha

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        • Oh, But I love her in Charlies…more giggly, blinding the audience with her infectious smile and fantasizing of being a professional dancer.I love it esp. when she dreams of being a disco dancing queen in”Heaven Must Be Missing an Angel.” So, I guess, you must be matching her steps!! Voila!!! 🙂 🙂

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          • Yep, I looked more like Meg Ryan in those days, so I was told but crazy silly like that role in that movie. My boyfriend,at that time, told me in a wounded voice, “You dance like I am not even here”. ….haha

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  7. Choreographing every song on your iPod. That’s funny. I know what you mean. I still feel the steps to songs I learned decades ago. I vividly see people dancing when I listen to music. My body moves on its own.

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  8. Yes, dance! Dancing is one thing that I always regret not learning. I can only dance while alone in a dark room with the headphones on! Even then it is so liberating. I can see why you would regret giving that up.

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