Alright now, what would you expect from someone who's had the wonderful experience of a hackneyed recursion of events ? Why would someone with neither a tale to recount nor a fable to narrate try and resurrect a stagnant list of entries made by a stalwart from the group of the most capricious beings that ever dwelled on this earth. See, that sounded weird again and was quite reflective about the mood I'm in right now. I once heard someone saying Everything changes, except change. Now that is wrong, totally wrong. Include me in that list and tell the world that I'm one of those who is totally resistant to even the least changes possible in this universe. I now know why people coined a term life-cycle. Everything goes around in circles and that includes hours of the day, days of the week, months of the year, totally banal, threadbare. Now this routine is proving to be a baleful threat. Then again, I don't see any problem with that. I postponed the Solving threats section of my checklist to some other ambiguous part of my schedule, the date of which happens to be undeterminable but I'm sure it's at least a fortnight away. Once again, my hearty acknowlegement to those who have been perseverant to reach till this line. If you still think I haven't made you reach the boundaries of your patience, you are free to continue from here. I'm warning you. I'm free today and this is going to be really long.
The only thing I've accomplished this semester is winning a dance competition at Footloose which is the only reason for me to consider the last month fruitful. I cannot imagine how I abandoned this place for over 28 days in February and then continued the trend in March. Usually I take lines of writing even to describe a single day. So I need to abstain from writing the whole epic now. But let me make note of all the nice and bad things that have transpired during this horrible break. I hate doing this. Now I've to start recollecting things. This is not possible. Fine, I'll give an account of things as I remember them, not necessarily adhering to a temporal sense. Why not start with this excellent dance competition ? All we had was a bunch of highly enthusiastic people who at any cost were willing to dance to a vernacular song this Synapse. To be honest, I realised the amount of input that was necessary to make them shake their legs around properly and the task was alarmingly close to a behemoth. It looked like no one even tried a move or two prior to this prestigious decision. I'm no professional dancer, neither was I supposed to command there, but perhaps my reputation earned me that authority. (Yet another prerogative for being a senior, both at dancing and at the institution) I was not trying to boss around though. I told them I'm not any better than each of these which is why everyone would have to contribute to the team effort that was expected to deliver things. At a point of time Naveen (the best male dancer of our batch) and me were adjudicating everyone's performance individually and strongly felt that the size of group should go down by three people. It was a very tough decision to make because I did not want to convey this to those who were very keen on being a part of all the fun. With some afterthought it was decided that we'd be patient enough and give everyone a chance to refine themselves, no matter how much time it would consume, if we were supposed to be on stage, all of us would go together. Except for a bad patch of three days when we had no significant practice due to all the confusion created by room allocation, all else went smooth and as desired. Before the preliminary round we told ourselves not to bother whether we made it to the final round or not, though deep down we all knew we would make it. The best part came when I knew only ten teams would be shortlisted out of the eighteen odd teams that appeared. I kept wondering at a stage whether the judges would comprehend what we were trying to exhibit considering what we were perfoming was a medley of Telugu songs. The arena was ready. Some teams looked equally good and the others obviously did not do their homework. Teams came and teams went. When it was our turn, we were called by the organizer. Trust me, I had no idea about the rate at which my heart was pounding. I was not nervous. Instead I reached that peak of enthusiasm when the team was walking towards the front. And to support us were all our juniors (who played a great role in our success) who roared and cheered as we did so. The music started and for about the next five minutes, the response was mindblowing. Each of us was dancing like no one watched and that was the best part of it. Very less did we falter and to every rhythmic beat we were dancing away to glory. Five minutes were up in a rush. We were happy with the way we did it. Very soon, Naresh told me the good news.
Before final, we spent a lot of time improvising our synchronization. Naresh had to leave to Korea on behalf of his dad and he would join us again only on the day the event was scheduled. Naveen joined us again on the night before the event and found the final part of the song badly composed. All hell broke loose when he said we had do that final few seconds all over again. We started at around 0030 hrs in the night and ended our final practice at about 0500 hrs. We bent our backs like Trojans because each of us was committed. The contest would start at around 1730 hrs. So we decided to sleep and meet at around 1400 hrs. We were fifth on the order. We were watching other performances from backstage and felt pretty comfortable realising we did enough homework. The first group to perform also chose a Telugu song - Girlfriend from the movie Boys and did quite well from where I saw it. The judges were professionals and were for some dance coaching institute. Again when our turn came we were greeted by that enormous cheering crowds (let me mention that the response wasn't this high for the other teams). I was smiling throughout the dance. Whenever there was a special beat, the crowds hooted in rhythm. We needed nothing else. We were pretty happy with this mass complement. After we were done with it, there was a team from Bhopal. The lead dancer rocked. The moment he started his initial moves I was sure he would do the moonwalk. My wait got over and the entire crowd went mad over him when he started sliding from one edge of the stage to another. He was absolutely awesome, graceful and probably all he missed was Michael Jackson's face. Now we knew what we were up against. They were the strong contenders now. While announcing the prizes, they were declared third in position and now my hopes were lit with my eyes wide open. I expected this team to indubitably sweep the first place; possibly the only thing that kept them away from it was the series of faults one of their member's committed. Then the second prize was announced and we joyously jumped high and rushed towards the stage when he said Mass. Half of us were outside the auditorium and having their dinner when this took place. This must give you a fair idea of how much we expected the prize. We were totally overwhelmed by this prize, these compliments. When the video of the dance was released on the local network, I had a perfect idea of the response we generated and the magic we created. In the end, sincere thanks to everyone who made this possible (so many names to mention).
I warned you. No cursing will be accepted. I have this habit of narrating stories like one of those incurable daily soaps. Regarding whatever happened during the rest of the season, I'll meet you gain to tell more about other seminal deeds and abortive operations.
mphaxise said...
man u are back with a bang...
longer you take a break the longer the blog goes....
and yes i guess i forgot to congratulate on your effort, maybe because we didn't meet much during the festival and then the moment has passed away, anyways i take this oppurtunity to congratualte you...well done buddy... seriously you danced you ass off..
divinity said...
came here to remind u that its the 19th..
and u kept ur word!
Congratulations!!!..Mass n all...sounds like fun..
didya do "feel my love" or wasnt it tapori enuf for u??
Alaknanda said...
mast review re...nope, this time i dint feel it was too long n all...
