I realize it's been more than a month (One month, twenty days to be very accurate) since I last took out time from my not-so-busy-as-lazy life to do what I love! Imagine not even taking out time for things you love. Wow, I must have been born with some rare kind of a lazy gene, because I take slothfulness to an entirely new level.
Exhibit A- Can you believe that I slept around 4 last night (some people might call it dawn, but what the hell? It's night for me!) and woke up by 12, and I AGAIN slept at 5 in the evening? In my defence, the evening sleep lasted for less than an hour but it's still mighty unacceptable. But then again, I love sleeping, so isn't that kind of taking out time for one of the things I love? Was my mind subconsciously making up for time missed here? See, how much writing can help. I just came upon such a stunning realization.
Okay, so stunning realizations and musings aside, do you want to know WHAT has managed to keep me away from my love for such a long time, aside from the slothfulness (which can never ever go away, so I might as well stop trying)?
Well, even if you don't (though the fact that you're still reading this suggests otherwise), here's the answer-
Dancing!
*cue horrified gasps* (She dances, too?)
Yes sir.
The last three weeks were without a doubt one of the best weeks of my entire life! (In fact, the only weeks that I can think of that have been better than these last few weeks, are the weeks that led up to my brother's wedding.) So anyway, I am sure most of you know Shiamak Davar, the pioneer choreographer, master of contemporary and modern dancing in India. He has this academy called Shiamak Davar Institute of Performing Arts, which organizes workshops and 'funks' all over the country, in an attempt to lure shy people like me to let go of their inhibitions and dance away (okay that's not exactly there only/official agenda, but that's what it means to me) And lure me they did. I joined the workshop this year and it was SUCH A BLAST. We had 18 classes of an hour each, every day, leading up to the final performances in front of a proper audience which comprised of one Master Marzi (yes, the one from Dance India Dance. Yes, the one who has such a hard time speaking Hindi.), various teachers and authorities of the school where the workshop was being held (We were the 'outsider's batch') and parents of all the people participating.
My batch was all of 12 people, and we learned Rock n Roll/ Hip Hop on Battamiz Dil (I know I know! Common song but what can I do? We were all stuck on Ye Jawani Hai Deewani, and by the time we came to our senses, all the good ones had been taken up by the other batches.) and a little introduction into Jazz and Contemporary. I hated contemporary but I loooooooooooved jazz.
And by 'looooooooove' I am reminded of one of the most major reasons why I am having such post-workshop blues..my dance instructor. Okay, not exactly MY dance instructor, since mine was this really sweet, perky and tiny girl called Ridhi. He was instructing some other (lucky) batch, but he came to our practice thrice, and during the course of those practices and the final rehearsals I absolutely, unconditionally and irrevocably fell in love with him.
Okay not really, but you get what I mean right?
So one important lesson I have learned is that guys who can dance are SO HOT! :D
Honestly though, the workshop was so much fun, and I always had something to look forward to, and to keep me from having evenings like today where I fell asleep. IN THE EVENING. Just reiterating to drive home the horror. I miss the workshop to no end man! But well, it's been a week since and the blues are now almost-but-not-quite non-existent. But oh, I can't forget the first day after the workshop. I literally felt so so down that I couldn't believe it. I am SO going to be participating in all winter and summer funks they organize in the metros while I am in college.
Back to the present, while I did give a lot of time to what I love today, I also unwillingly had to give time to what I decidedly DON'T love anymore, which is Micro economics. Yeah, I have another annoying test coming up and it's made me hate Economics! Imagine, one of the few subjects that I actually liked. Thanks a lot, schoolvaalon.
What I am reading currently (review to follow, hopefully) - It's Kind of a Funny Story by Ned Vizzinni.
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