PDA

PDA (Public Display of Affection). Those first few moments in a relationship when being apart seems like a crack unearths on the soil ripping apart the hands that cling on desperately to each other... Dear God, seriously?

A matter of real true love or the act of pride? If the entire Earth really stands still and you and the significant other are the only two people apparently present in such a circumstance where reflexes coerces you into caressing one another, then I say you need psychiatric treatment ASAP! Love doesn't need to be showy, genuine love doesn't manifest in public.

The gunghroos from India are confirmed for me. I'll be getting two pairs. Two strings on each ankle. Can't wait!!!

Courtesy of http://www.sazmahal.com/ 

Reality Check; The AWESOME Sort!!!

So after dance classes yesterday the senior trainer of my dance school for the odissi repertoire approached me and in low, almost obscure tones, the following conversation took place;

Trainer: Hdaran, you please help me la ok? I want to make sure you all do well for Navarathri. You must really push them and make sure they do their chawkas and banghis properly.
Hdaran: Sure akka (elder sister in Tamil), no problem.
Trainer: Actually, I want to pull you and Cheetah Girl #2 for performances later. You got a lot of potential, no need saying and Cheetah Girl #2 does as well. 
Hdaran: *nods*
Trainer: We've got a lot of upcoming performances and I want you both to also perform. There's one on the 29th of October. 
Hdaran: Owh! *nods wildly*
Trainer: I want both of you to learn Moksha by then. I actually had a performance team but sometimes you know la, that day also this girl backed out because of fever. Cheetah Girl #2 got a potential but you must help me push her la. She has to be pushed so she can do well. Ok?
Hdaran: Ok akka, sure no problem.


As swiftly and as unanticipated as she came, the news bearer scurried off for her dance practice. I stood my ground literally blinking over and over again several times before I realised this wasn't the first good news of the week. I was already asked to oversee the practice of the younger dancers from the intermediate class. ME, training students ahead of me in duration of training. BY MY TEACHER!!!

The news didn't really sit well with me primarily because it seemed so surreal.

#1 Indian classical dance has been a lifelong dream of mine. (I want to say it again ok!!!!)

#2 I am finally a classical dancer, in all its glory! (No, will N-E-V-E-R get tired of saying it!!!)

#3 I am performing for Navarathri with blessed dancing bells (the signature of a true Indian classical dancer).

#4 I get to perform with a dance school that has been revered for it's involvement in the Indian classical arts for decades!!!

I questioned myself for days, is this really happening??? Is it??? I am going to be performing??? With my dance school???!!!!

Someone pinch me, and pinch me hard!!!

To Durai

To Durai,

One of my recent status on FB reads....

"It's so sad to see the physically disabled. But then again they're the ones whom appreciate life more than any of us! I'm ashamed because I have, in the past, taken that God given gift called life so easily. Never again!"

And this is a tribute to you, someone I first had a love-hate feeling towards which turned into utter admiration.
Durai, the blogger whom called himself a 'macha' and not afraid to say it (not an insult in any way)!

The latest post on Raged Indian;

http://ragedindian.com/2011/09/14/dribble-through-trouble/

Hats off my friend! Am grateful to have stumbled upon your blog!!!

I am leaving my worries behind, no more Mr. P (last time you'd hear of this name here), no more complaints, no more regrets.

Sincerely,

Hdaran.

Happy Birthday

Yesterday was Hdaran's birthday!

Happy Birthday Hdaran...

It's hoped in this turning of a new age that a new spirit for life itself is seeded!!!

I Say Nothing

With just two days left, I am in a state of denial to the course my life has taken.

Here's me breaking out of being in denial.

#1 I am back to my old size, a size 38 pair of denims are the only other thing besides another pair of cotton pants that fit me now. Sounds trivial. But like most obese people, there are so many underlying emotions involved.

#2 I keep trying to blame everything else for this predicament but I have come into terms that it was indeed my doing. My fears, my insecurities, my inabilities, my shortcomings.

#3 I procrastinate which has kept me away from many things I could have sorted out in my life. Everything in my life would have been better had I done it WHEN it should have been done.

In less than half a decade I'd be midlife. All that's left is but a few more years to not regret an eternity of selling myself short to myself.

In the past, I have had said many things to motivate myself and I've said it with conviction.

Now they all seem juvenile for most of it has become nothing but mere words.

I've decided to say nothing.

And do everything.

The One Bad Thing About Sex!

The one bad thing about sex is when you've had it, you keep going to it for more!!! Crazy Soldier told me someone finally broke into his 'merchandise'! The boy's definitely going back for more!!! HAHAHA!!!

Good day people!!!