Dance-on-stage-phobia

I had thought 1st blog of the year should be something really awesome, but well.. if i continue thinking that, the blog will never happen. So here goes nothing. (And when i say nothing, i m just trying to be modest here.)
It might come as a surprise to my many fans(:D) that i have never performed on stage. Ever. (well i did in the action song as a kid, but that doesnt really count.).

I like to call it: Danceonstagephobia. Reasons:

1) I will forget the steps and make a fool of myself
2) I might bring an end to the myth that i can dance(My personal opinion.) and end up breaking billions of hearts of the generous souls who think i can dance(again, my personal opinion.)
3) I will look incredibly fat, which you all know I am not. (Not at all.)
4) I will fall down, and make a fool of myself.
5) I will fall down on someone else and make a fool of myself (and a jello of that someone else in the process)
6) The stage will break down and i will fall and i will make a fool of myself.
7) I will fall down and the stage will break. (No. I am not repeating point 6. Its different. Read again.)

Being the awesomely brave person i am, i decided to fight my fears and went ahead with the performance. Surprisingly and thankfully, everything went perfect. Well.. not everything. Mmm.. nothing actually, except probably the last two. The stage did not break.(Almost)
The best part however is, i was in the extreme corner so i dont think anyone really noticed me :D. None of my friends made fun of me really. They were either being nice, dint even recognize me with all the makeup or dint get any chance. Now being an incredibly generous friend (yup, thats me), here is your chance:
Notice the tiny(not fat) dot in extreme left at the back?? Thats me. 😀

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The Last Lecture

Just finished reading up this book. “The Last Lecture” by Randy Pausch. Truly inspiring. The guy just a few months away from his death captures his best moments, takes us through his childhood dreams and gives us this amazing insight into what made his life so amazing. Definitely makes me think about what i will say if i ever had to give a “Last Lecture”(hopefully not soon).

I remember being 12-13ish and living in a society. I remember the moonlight picnics we used to have, where the kids would bring dinners to the roof in the night and share it. One of the max fun memory i have is of the “mount averest” game where we would pretend being followed by huge Yetis and hopping around to avoid the hot lava. :D:D

As a little kid, i wanted to become an astronaut. I dont think i knew the word then. I remember “knowing” that earth is blue and its round and we live “inside” it. I guess i was confusing with the horizen effect and the earth being round. 😀

Just like Randy mentions my parents have always been super cool. They would never stop us from doing weird things. Those weekly exhibitions me and my brothers would hold. The bestest of it being the planetorium my elder brother managed to makefrom the refrigirator carton. He made a few holes with the compass,  he wud make us go through a tunnel(tv carton) and once we were in, he wud throw the torch light from outside. Most beautiful “made up” stars i ever saw!!


Me and Bhaiya                                                        All of us in Khandala

We had shifted to my Dads office compound. The whole area was abundant with all kinds of trees, animals, birds. What i remember max are the peacocks!!! How they wd dance every morning in front of our lawn. And i remember the mango tree, the tricks and techniques we would use to make the fruit fall off. Another thing i realize after reading the book, how glad i am that my parents let the lawn remain our playground unlike the neighbours who had pretty flowers in theirs. My dad always encouraged us to go out, play, often joining us.

I remember the time when i came second missing the 1st position by just 0.1% in the class. I was so disappointed, i remember falling sick. When my dad got transferred from Delhi to Bhuvaneshwar,it was probably the most upsetting thing i experienced as a kid. I remember crying my eyes out for days, missing my school, my friends, my teachers. Kinda feels funny now. Makes me realize no matter how crazily difficult, heartbreaking and impossible the situation seems, the time always passes by and when you look back you realize it wasnt worth getting so much upset about.

Now that i am in bangalore, away from my parents, the thing i remember most is my mom’s hand. They are so pink, they always look like being smudged with “red holi wala gulal”.

Life in bangalore however has been awesome till now. Have an amazing group of friends. Crazily fun gang, highly motivated and party freaks. Deepak(my younger bro) being here is just the cherry on top. The random bike rides, going to CCDs, sitting there for hours reading a book, going for movie at 10 pm at night. I realize this is time i will probably never forget.

Recalling all these sure makes me feel lucky. Its never too soon to start looking back :):)

spirit of life

Yesterday’s blasts shook the city. Even though they were of mild intensity they created a lot of panic. One of my friends was traveling and after 2-3 hours of worrying it was a great relief to finally get his message saying he has reached home.
I remember the blasts in delhi. All of my family members were traveling then. The panic was quadrupled by the fact the cell network was jam and nobody could track where the other person is. Everybody heaved sigh of relief once all of us were back home safe and sound. This however was not true for everybody in the city. The most shocking pictures were of sarojini nagar market, one of my frequent hangout places. One of the bombs was placed at the chaat corner where at any given time at least 30 people are standing. I could only imagine the extent of the impact. The place commonly bubbling with life was in shatters..The most surprising thing however was how within 2 days, it all started looking the same. The shops, the chaats, the crowd, the chattering. It was very heartwarming to witness how life always finds its way.
While coming back i decided to walk back in the rain. Rain always has this enormous effect on me. As i felt the drops trickling down my face i noticed how nothing looked different. The beautiful drizzles, traffic jams.. bangalore lived on. The walk had me reflecting on a lot of things. Life, its spirit, its stubbornness . Life never ceases to amaze me.