As I move

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Here is one life, sprawled across my way. And I need to get to the other end without boring myself too much. How can I do it? While figuring out how to make my journey more interesting, I choose to do it by moving.

Moving from one place to another, moving up and down, and sometimes not moving at all. It has been a curious affair, sometimes I wonder whether I’m moving to live or living to move.

Beyond the adrenaline rush that dancing brings in, I’m interested in exploring myself through movement. Amidst the zillion masks and faces I put on to convince others, and myself at times, what do I comprise of? And how I can dig myself out of these zillion masks and BE… without (despite?) fears, insecurities, judgments or biases, is what arouses my curiosity.

Dance has been a very curious tool, also very testing in my case, where I am constantly tested of my sincerity and honesty towards myself. Sure it has been an interesting exercise, not to mention hard.

I love to improvise in movement, for this practice exposes “me”. My habits, fears, needs and emotions are exposed, while I constantly am being aware of what is it that I choose. And as I choose my each movement, one after the other, I’m exposed to myself more and more clearly. And I have no place to hide anymore.

I really enjoy Bharatanatyam, for it is complete. Complete of human nature to please, to love, to need power, to fear, to surrender, to all-pervading unison with the universe. It constantly puts me in touch with my unaware self, while fulfilling my mortal needs of basic expression. And that of rhythm.