You will not know how weak you are, unless you break a leg or two.
-ak
There is always a thing or two or perhaps a word or may be a sentence that gets stuck in our head. Yes, like a song. You got that right. So, let’s say if I said “I ‘hate’ you” all and also say “I ‘love‘ you“, Now, which one do you think has the most impact and you will ponder or may be even pester me. I’m one hundred percent sure that the majority of votes will be on the former side. Because that word, that feeling really gets stuck because it stings a bit. Now I’ll be labelled as heartless, sociopath and a very cold person. But I also said the later, but who really cares, right?
Before we proceed, I didn’t mean what I said just above. I was using it to make a point as an example. Coming to talking some real stuff, if you are reading my blog, either by choice or even if you have a gun to your head, you might have come across the ‘About Me’ widget on the side of the blog. There is a particular word called ‘Dance‘. If you have just thought it was some random babbling and boasting, you are absolutely right. But then again, why do I have to lie?
I have always loved dance and always gave the world’s best performance in closed doors and under the stream of water, while showering I mean. But being the socially introvert and naturally unskilled, was never the front runner for stage performances or even group performances. But, I would have won an award in ‘So, you think you can dance‘, of course if they were hosted by me and I was the judge, jury and the executioner…wait, this isn’t a court. I mean judge, audience and the performer. Having said that, it was my seventh grade. And being the first batch of the school, the school was implementing new things, experimenting and adapting. So, a new period was introduced – Dance. While some were excited, some of my friends just discarded it with a “Phew, whatever! We can have better periods than dance. And dance is so boring, so lame. I can’t even move my hand.” and I repeated the exact same words, even though it killed. It killed because the class was Hip-Hop ( say whaaaat!?) and I saw my awards crumble and melt away through my hands like sand on a beach. If it was classical, I would have been at par with these guys. So the deal was that they will select a random few based on the performance, which they will guide and form a hip hop dance team. Sweet, right?
It was a Thursday and we had our last session of the day as Dance. After lunch, everyone were already shy and feeling awkward and were planning to not-get-selected as the dance group required 4 people from each class – 2 guys and 2 girls. And we have decided not to embarrass ourselves by getting selected. And the final hour dawned upon us. As decided, a few people intentionally wronged the simple moves. It was so intentional that the instructor also knew that these guys were fooling around and intentionally did those. So the instructor made them do again. And it was my turn and you know what, I forgot about the deal we made- about being intentionally bad. Ok ok, I know what you are thinking that I am claiming myself to be a great dancer or atleast boasting about it. And my intentionally bad performance will haunt me for the rest of my life. Let me clear something up, I suck at dancing, like on a Richter scale you would get a rating of 22.5 because even the earth would crumble and plead me to stop. Wait.. Where was I? Yes, I forgot about the intentional deal and was normally trying to perfect the steps following the rhythm of 1..2..3..4..1..2..3..4. The selection process ended and only two guys were selected and one girl. Those girls really must have put up an ultimatum for their intentional deal. And guess who was not in the the dancing trio? Did you say me? I am disappointed. But like they say all good things end, we never even got to the second class of this. One of the instructor had an accident and it got sidetracked and eventually forgotten. And, I never got such a chance ever again, but I always felt that if I could have trained somehow, may be YouTube, I could have picked up some. Now imagine the YouTube through dialup. Yeeeaaahh, not gonna happen.
Wait, you were saying something? That it’s not too late? I agree, it’s not. But, I am more concerned about you all. What if after my mind blowing performance you pluck out your eye balls? Too graphic, right? Well, now you know why I don’t dance, for you people.
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Written under the #RealTalk started by IQ on her blog.
0 responses to “Break a leg.”
Yay! That was awesome. I can actually imagine you doing hip hop and crunching popping etc. hehe. I was going to post this song on my music blog for this theme, but I dont think you go to that particular blog 😛 so here ya go! cheers 😀
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VgwcPiCjQ-0
lol@ crunching wth did I type
It's with the rest of the other blogs located in the tabs, like it's been the past 4 years or so.
Crumping.
BTW why is it that when you make a certain kind of post that is IQ-related somehow no one else shows up for the show?? LOL Unless people have fainted in just imaginging AK dancing.
Noway!!We need your dance performance. We promise we won't do anything grpahic. The stage will be all yours 😉
I'm already setting up the music *browsing my phone for Sheila ki Jawaani* 😉
By reading your post I feel that you have the innate talent in one of the Fine Arts items.Don't feel shy, go ahead if you have passion in it.Why to worry about what others will about us? It is their business.If at all one two attempts go flop, the next will definitely succeed.Good post.
..others will think..
Hey, thank you. 🙂
I think its' mostly shyness and most importantly lack of company as well.
And no, its' not about what others will think. May be a little bit, but …ya..I am confused as to what I should reply that would make sense.
And you are right, if the first two fails, the next will definitely succeed.
Thanks for dropping by. 😀
Ahahaha, you can't dance ( oops, you don't* dance) but you sure can write 😛
There should be some quote like break a hand for writing so well, similar to break a leg.
But damn, that quote at the very beginning! lmao.