Note: please do not judge the author by the views presented here, its just that he hates dancing.
The logical view
most people would say that dancing is fun. a lesser few would argue that it is an art. an even lesser few would even dare to say that it is an exercise. well i for one have never understood the prospect or even the premise behind the very development of the idea called dancing. you can venture into the insight of cultures and histories of the societies around to see that there exists a pattern running its course through. the technologies, the minds of people around, the view points of the government has to do with this. all of this reacts through together to burst out a cult - a thought process whose sharp pointed end pin points to that part of our brain which ffects your dressing sense, the way you speak, the way you move or to put it succintly - it affects your style. and so as the genertions before us would have heard it at their times, happens to be different, smart, witty, hopeful ( well thats how the seniors or the champion commentators of society life always like to put it). yada, yada, yada, all this can be true..but the fact that gets missed is the kind of age we live in. The age of kings, when dancing would have been treated as an artform is long past. the age of revolutions, when i cannot simply imagine dancing to be even have a trace is long forgotten. the modern cult age which we thrive in surrounded by all the techno hooplah of wig-zigs have all thrived to produce us as individuals who are open in all sorts of thinkings. there is an altogether modern angle to accepting even the worst of things (be it bribes, drinking,sex, etc.) which trying to always display that what is ethical and surreal. so all that one can conclude is that the only civic way that the society has faced all through nations and times and people is the very want of trying to show itself to be ethical. agreed and concurred up to this point as if most people you would meet in life wear apparent masks, so would the society. then how, defying all logic and thought could a practise such as dancing exist, with being engrossed upto that level which would entice everyone to it???
The process
a sound would play in your ears. you love it, it becomes music. it would speak to you, it would speak to your heart and body. when there would be a metallic beat, you would like to move your head along with the tune, little by little, up and down at smaller angles. some may even stretch this feeling out to cause your foot to tap. thats it. that (and just a little few additions like acting of playing guitar) is all that i can agree to what music can simulate actions in your body. but when you would walk into a concert, and listen to the same track playing, you will find numerous hard human shadows saying their flesh full bodies. the arms would respond to the beats, the legs would move wobbling along the tune, bodies would synchronize with the change of tunes. the people you see would tell you its there minds moving along. they would say dancing is fun. they would say dancing is sexy. i say dancing is a token of bull crap.
The agony
the basic reason why people would go out and dance in a bar, dance in a lounge, dance at a show - hell dance everywhere is the belief that dancing is fun. but do we actually define fun here?
as iin our lives, the idea of 'fun' is mostly an inspired one. mst of the things which you like happens to bee simply because someone else told you so then your mind started to think about it that ways (the point of view is everything). so is the sense of dancing actually a highly widely inspired one? or all almost all but a very rare few ideas of fun in our minds inspired? in any case, be it as i am deeply lazy from the inside (or too proud), but the idea of dancing as 'fun' never got incepted in me. all i have had is an agonizing timeline with it.
Year 2000
yes when you used to be 10 years old, someone had told it to you that you were a great dancer. you were known among your uncles and aunts as a 'break' dancer. well, that was an age when you were raved for anything you would do be it finish a single course of meal through. so when i look back i wonder if either all of this was plain lies which were put upon or it was a belligerent truth stating how you had deteriorated with age. you will never know. but yes, you did love to dance. how so? thats something which you wont remember now. maybe now it was lost, or it was waiting to be lost all along.
Year 2007
now you have become a veteran teenager and this is just the fourth month of your moving into the 'cool' city of Delhi. it is children's day and the much talked carnival is about to come.they had talked about it to be the most hyped gig of the entire year. they had said that there would be a DJ who would said the football field into a dance floor. After all this was the 'cool' dps of rkpuram of the 'cool' city of Delhi. but you rubbished all of this away as bull crap. hell, this was a school, not a disco. then the day arrived. it was a shit fact to be a hosteler that you couldn't study for the 'all important' entrance exams on even such a holiday as children's day; but had to go attend it. all right you entered the field. there were stalls. people were eating. the 'cool' Delhi girls were hot - all students could come in casuals. but you had been saint and unpleasant enough to come in school clothes after all. after all you were counting minutes until this shit would end. but then, suddenly you heard a sound woofer cross the field. there was music playing - it had been there along. but now, an wave of people could be seen swaying their bodies along. they were dancing - of course they must be commercies. the wave then became a tide. of course, the day scholars would have joined them - they are no different. you smirked at their silly little interest to the hostelers behind you. but suddenly they were leaving you. everyone - everyone left as the tide apparently swept the entire ocean. but you were a true hosteler - you stayed put; in spite of any requests to join. and s you watched along with four others, (who would later become very good buddies) as the five of you gathered by a strong, big corner tree watching an ocean of about two thousand students dancing through the field. the next year you would fake an illness to avoid this crap.
Year 2011
You are in the third year of a college and have digested this profound fact that every human being surrounding you on the face of this college - loves, absolutely loves to dance. yes, throw a pack of the entire college into a jam packed and deflated 'oat' or even an auditorium filled with chair (where you had to stand on chairs to even watch the show, let alone dance), they will dance their heart out, be it any crappy sound coming out of the speakers it would be felt as music and everyone, absolutely everyone would swing to it.1 this is a long hard inescapable fact.
so you are at a cafe to just well, eat, drink and enjoy. you agree on a certain meta-spiritual level that this is what a man lives or after all. but then, in comes the music and in the next breath you realize that you are alone. apparently everyone, absolutely everyone had a greater interest in pushing way the chairs to make space and sway to music. one domino goes and is joined by the second. and so does the next, then the next. and the next. one domino then becomes angry on seeing you alone ad shouts at you to dance. and what he says is, I quote - 'why are not dancing when you want to after all??' well, there's no point in shouting back 'I do not, you prick!' he won't understand and the music is too loud. so you get up, acting you are about to join in. you move to sit above he sofa. on the second call, you dont sit but stand near them. on the third, you do the unforgivable, the unmistakable falsehood, the crime of your world - you apparently dance with them.
now you wont describe what you were doing in order to try to dance. after all, you can't say bout what isn't. but yo have to try. I have learnt there are a lot of unthinkable things you have to do to symbolize friendship. and this - was one among them. the irony however, was that hardly anyone you were with was actually your friend.
all the while you would think that when would a single person get tired, when would anyone say 'i'm done', you would agree to that person. But you wonder how much of red bull had everyone had before this. you would wonder why would anyone not stop and watch the football match on the big screen next to the dance floor. but everyone danced. and the truth is, you hate to be alone, even in hell.
You faced the agony.
And you knew that sometime later it would strike again, despite your avoidance. Despite your hate.
The logical view
most people would say that dancing is fun. a lesser few would argue that it is an art. an even lesser few would even dare to say that it is an exercise. well i for one have never understood the prospect or even the premise behind the very development of the idea called dancing. you can venture into the insight of cultures and histories of the societies around to see that there exists a pattern running its course through. the technologies, the minds of people around, the view points of the government has to do with this. all of this reacts through together to burst out a cult - a thought process whose sharp pointed end pin points to that part of our brain which ffects your dressing sense, the way you speak, the way you move or to put it succintly - it affects your style. and so as the genertions before us would have heard it at their times, happens to be different, smart, witty, hopeful ( well thats how the seniors or the champion commentators of society life always like to put it). yada, yada, yada, all this can be true..but the fact that gets missed is the kind of age we live in. The age of kings, when dancing would have been treated as an artform is long past. the age of revolutions, when i cannot simply imagine dancing to be even have a trace is long forgotten. the modern cult age which we thrive in surrounded by all the techno hooplah of wig-zigs have all thrived to produce us as individuals who are open in all sorts of thinkings. there is an altogether modern angle to accepting even the worst of things (be it bribes, drinking,sex, etc.) which trying to always display that what is ethical and surreal. so all that one can conclude is that the only civic way that the society has faced all through nations and times and people is the very want of trying to show itself to be ethical. agreed and concurred up to this point as if most people you would meet in life wear apparent masks, so would the society. then how, defying all logic and thought could a practise such as dancing exist, with being engrossed upto that level which would entice everyone to it???
The process
a sound would play in your ears. you love it, it becomes music. it would speak to you, it would speak to your heart and body. when there would be a metallic beat, you would like to move your head along with the tune, little by little, up and down at smaller angles. some may even stretch this feeling out to cause your foot to tap. thats it. that (and just a little few additions like acting of playing guitar) is all that i can agree to what music can simulate actions in your body. but when you would walk into a concert, and listen to the same track playing, you will find numerous hard human shadows saying their flesh full bodies. the arms would respond to the beats, the legs would move wobbling along the tune, bodies would synchronize with the change of tunes. the people you see would tell you its there minds moving along. they would say dancing is fun. they would say dancing is sexy. i say dancing is a token of bull crap.
The agony
the basic reason why people would go out and dance in a bar, dance in a lounge, dance at a show - hell dance everywhere is the belief that dancing is fun. but do we actually define fun here?
as iin our lives, the idea of 'fun' is mostly an inspired one. mst of the things which you like happens to bee simply because someone else told you so then your mind started to think about it that ways (the point of view is everything). so is the sense of dancing actually a highly widely inspired one? or all almost all but a very rare few ideas of fun in our minds inspired? in any case, be it as i am deeply lazy from the inside (or too proud), but the idea of dancing as 'fun' never got incepted in me. all i have had is an agonizing timeline with it.
Year 2000
yes when you used to be 10 years old, someone had told it to you that you were a great dancer. you were known among your uncles and aunts as a 'break' dancer. well, that was an age when you were raved for anything you would do be it finish a single course of meal through. so when i look back i wonder if either all of this was plain lies which were put upon or it was a belligerent truth stating how you had deteriorated with age. you will never know. but yes, you did love to dance. how so? thats something which you wont remember now. maybe now it was lost, or it was waiting to be lost all along.
Year 2007
now you have become a veteran teenager and this is just the fourth month of your moving into the 'cool' city of Delhi. it is children's day and the much talked carnival is about to come.they had talked about it to be the most hyped gig of the entire year. they had said that there would be a DJ who would said the football field into a dance floor. After all this was the 'cool' dps of rkpuram of the 'cool' city of Delhi. but you rubbished all of this away as bull crap. hell, this was a school, not a disco. then the day arrived. it was a shit fact to be a hosteler that you couldn't study for the 'all important' entrance exams on even such a holiday as children's day; but had to go attend it. all right you entered the field. there were stalls. people were eating. the 'cool' Delhi girls were hot - all students could come in casuals. but you had been saint and unpleasant enough to come in school clothes after all. after all you were counting minutes until this shit would end. but then, suddenly you heard a sound woofer cross the field. there was music playing - it had been there along. but now, an wave of people could be seen swaying their bodies along. they were dancing - of course they must be commercies. the wave then became a tide. of course, the day scholars would have joined them - they are no different. you smirked at their silly little interest to the hostelers behind you. but suddenly they were leaving you. everyone - everyone left as the tide apparently swept the entire ocean. but you were a true hosteler - you stayed put; in spite of any requests to join. and s you watched along with four others, (who would later become very good buddies) as the five of you gathered by a strong, big corner tree watching an ocean of about two thousand students dancing through the field. the next year you would fake an illness to avoid this crap.
Year 2011
You are in the third year of a college and have digested this profound fact that every human being surrounding you on the face of this college - loves, absolutely loves to dance. yes, throw a pack of the entire college into a jam packed and deflated 'oat' or even an auditorium filled with chair (where you had to stand on chairs to even watch the show, let alone dance), they will dance their heart out, be it any crappy sound coming out of the speakers it would be felt as music and everyone, absolutely everyone would swing to it.1 this is a long hard inescapable fact.
so you are at a cafe to just well, eat, drink and enjoy. you agree on a certain meta-spiritual level that this is what a man lives or after all. but then, in comes the music and in the next breath you realize that you are alone. apparently everyone, absolutely everyone had a greater interest in pushing way the chairs to make space and sway to music. one domino goes and is joined by the second. and so does the next, then the next. and the next. one domino then becomes angry on seeing you alone ad shouts at you to dance. and what he says is, I quote - 'why are not dancing when you want to after all??' well, there's no point in shouting back 'I do not, you prick!' he won't understand and the music is too loud. so you get up, acting you are about to join in. you move to sit above he sofa. on the second call, you dont sit but stand near them. on the third, you do the unforgivable, the unmistakable falsehood, the crime of your world - you apparently dance with them.
now you wont describe what you were doing in order to try to dance. after all, you can't say bout what isn't. but yo have to try. I have learnt there are a lot of unthinkable things you have to do to symbolize friendship. and this - was one among them. the irony however, was that hardly anyone you were with was actually your friend.
all the while you would think that when would a single person get tired, when would anyone say 'i'm done', you would agree to that person. But you wonder how much of red bull had everyone had before this. you would wonder why would anyone not stop and watch the football match on the big screen next to the dance floor. but everyone danced. and the truth is, you hate to be alone, even in hell.
You faced the agony.
And you knew that sometime later it would strike again, despite your avoidance. Despite your hate.
