Overpowering force..

Wishful thinking. It’s an overpowering force. The more one goes deeper, the desire for it to come true increases by a notch. You begin with a vague idea, and it slowly becomes a perfectly designed dream with all it’s fine details in place. And if you’re the architect, then you’d find something that needs correction each time.

In a nutshell, that’s what I’m feeling right now. House dance – it’s no big deal. People do it all the time. But for me, it’s beyond the petty function and the low standard set by teachers and students alike. The only thing I can see and imagine is the stage. It’s the centre stage. I’m under confident about public speaking but dancing is something that comes so naturally that confidence follows. Days and nights have melted into one and classes seem like the most insignificant thing in the world.

Homework, schoolwork etc – everything has become secondary. The only thing that matters is that dance, and how it can be refined, corrected, bettered, made even more applause worthy. The teachers think we’re doing pretty good so far, but I want to see the kind of expression on their faces that says, ‘BANG ON. This is what we need’

By now, I’ve listened to the song so many times that it’s each note, each word, each instrument has registered itself in my mind like a tattoo. One could pull me out of bed at 3 am in the morning and ask me to come for practice and I’d do that. 3 days to go for the dance and I pick out 3 million things that yet need to be corrected. Practically, I won’t be able to correct all those 3 million things, but the perfect dream doesn’t allow me to think of that option – It has to be perfect. It has to be such, that people are forced to get up and give us a standing ovation.

I’m physically and mentally exhausted, but there’s this excitement that makes me feel that it’s worth it. It should be worth it. We have had teachers doubt our credibility and potential, we have had our dance on the verge of getting cancelled, we have had song changes, and what not. But when things like these happen, somewhere the determination becomes stronger. A simple cakewalk wouldn’t have been so exciting.
I do want to thank my partner (atleast for the time being) who helped me choreograph this dance and teach the entire team, throughout. And also the folks on our team. They’ve also worked hard, very hard, infact.

Kudos to them for going that extra mile to make this work. It will work, guys. We rock.

:)