Happy International Dance Day!

Pumping, thumping, racing, tapping, swaying, jumping and grooving. My soul compels my body to plunge into the celebration of life called dance. Each time the music plays (within or outside), the dancer within rises to loosen all apprehensions and snap the strings that bounds me. I rejoice everything I am, and I am not, when I dance. It is when I dance, I get to meet the unseen, real and raw me, who loves just going with the rhythm. I feel every beat with my heart pounding out and making each breath precious to keep it going. I stretch and squeeze, fall and rise, move in all directions and express feelings that lie locked within. Dear Dance, you bring the performer out in me with a faith that ensures creativity is unlimited.

While they say dance like nobody is watching you, I rather believe that when I dance, the world must watch me in jubilation. Happy International Dance Day!

LEARNING EN ROUTE THE SANDS OF TIME

Wandering without focus in the dessert of desires, I often fall upon the ground to taste the sands of time. Gathering my jolted efforts, I raise my head up again quite quickly. My eyes suffused with liquid dreams of a world so plush. Clutching the grainy-gold and bringing it close to my chipped lips; I blow it gently like my wishful eyelash…

Drops of forgiveness are spilled soon, embracing the phase of learning en route. Darkness and chill of the desert by night is making my spirit numb, but my soul awaits the sun of opportunity to warm it soon, because it’s yet not the end.

The Disconnected Connect

Little time and many distractions have already left 24 hours in a day quite less for us. Being too prone to information in a swipe and just a few taps on our latest gadgets has reduced our attention span to a few seconds. Like the many tabs on our browser screen, several scattered thoughts and wants clog our mind-space. We greed for a little of everything, and the race to achieve it all unknowingly leads us into a relay of display. Check-ins, selfies, posy-pictures, and more of these sociable displays of our oh-so-awesome-life have become a routine and mandatory addiction, which when avoided leaves us attention deprived. More than capturing the essence of the moment spent with your favourite people and preserving a memory in a picture, it appears like a validation of our happening lifestyles. Mindless imitations have distorted the true state of happiness. Our messed up perceptions now project fake expectations that are triggered by looking at other’s social display of their oh-so-awesome-life, which when not met leaves us foiled. Believe it or not we are now living in an unknown state of instant ‘constant comparisons’. These, our virtual acts are becoming the cause of real time rifts in our relationships, also our thought process.

The physical touch has been easily swiped clean by calibrated digital devices. So, a real get together happens after a longer span than a quick group chat. An invite is rather emailed, clicked and whatsapped or an event is created more conveniently than actually being hand delivered. Though we have amassed a lot of friends on social platforms, but when we are low we have no shoulder to cry, no human support but just beeping phone with a feeling of being stuck in a void.  

Though none of us will be against it completely (neither am I), but each of us are both addicted and affected by the same in certain ratio. While these virtual platforms span the distances of different time zones and yet keep us connected and updated about even our acquaintances or not so liked people and distantly related ones too, it yet keeps us disconnected. Which otherwise might be okay, but is changing the definition of relationships and value time spent with your dear ones. Thus, making the whole affair a Disconnected Connect!