The curves that galvanized me to express | Anecdotes

 After ten long joyous days of Onam vacation, I woke up this morning with a little hesitation. I was already behind time but decided to take things slow as everything seems quite new after ten days. I realized, literally how time flies. It is already September and I still couldn't get along with online classes. When I say this, I'm not being an atavistic person. I haven't touched my pen/ pencil since last month, still, now I'm writing straight onto my final draft. Quite dichotomous. 

The promptness to move around was evoked only after I comprehended the fact that, if I do foot-dragging anymore, I might have to face the consequences. Usually, everyone's vigilant during the early hours just by splashing ice-cold water, but not in my case. My energy level rises with the Vitamin D outside. The considerably mundane and humdrum routine of logging in and listening to online classes and sitting clueless about what the teacher taught ten days aback and trying to ponder, only to fail. As always the first hour began sharp at 8:30AM and a sudden prick into the reality that I should study to achieve "that". (yep that's a secret :P) 

Interestingly, we humans tend to understand things better when we find relatable pieces of stuff. After 10 minutes of waiting for everyone to join, our ma'am announced todays' topic. It was Indian Aesthetics, and the very first picture on the PowerPoint Presentation caught my eyes and banished my sleepiness. It was a Mural painting showing Navarasas. Navarasas are nine emotions discussed in the ancient  Sanskrit text, Natya Shastra. Nava means nine and rasa means the essence. Since I've just begun with the comprehensive study of Indian Aesthetics, I'm definitely not the best person to know more about this and this is the knowledge I acquired while I learnt classical dance a decade back.

This for sure switched me off to the days when I used to proudly call myself a dancer. Dancing has not only evoked bliss and exhaustion but it also gave me curves that galvanized me to learn, express and perform. From "Thatt adavu" to ten minutes long, extremely rigorous and beautiful "Varnam's" I've come quite a long way to the acceptance that, I'm capable of doing theatre too. Even though never really understood the concept that dancers are good actors too back then, now I've again got a golden chance to hone my knowledge and take up those ghungroos left unused for over 6 years.  I distinctly remember day one, the day when I finished learning all the "Adavu" and "mudras", the day I started to dance along with classical dance songs, the day of my "Arangettam", my first stage performance, the first prize, and finally the day I decided to quit. Haven't really performed properly for the last six years and hoping that I will be able to do it soon.

While writing this I feel extremely overwhelmed and thank my gurus and my parents for not giving up on me and teaching a wonderful manifestation of divinity.

It's never late than to be never :)

Until next time,

Anakha.