DANCE BABY DANCE!!!!

I’m suffering from a dance high!!!!
The moment I stepped inside the dingy, stuffy benchless-classroom of Amulakh Amichand High School in Matunga (E), I knew that I had found my destiny. On the notice-board, next to a chart depicting a tableau from ‘Little Miss Muffet’ was a poster of Shiamak Davar, wishing his students a happy ‘World Dance Day’ (which happens to be today!!). Below the notice board was a Discman attached to these massive speakers, blaring a badly remixed version of Kevin Lyttle’s ‘Turn me on’. Around 20 people were doing their own thing on the music; I wouldn’t call it dancing, for fear of incurring the wrath of the gods of dance, whoever they are. But soon our instructor stepped in, thus ending the horrible travesty of dance by my fellow students, introduced herself, and started teaching us Shiamak Davar’s perception of the boogie. Needless to say, the next one hour was the most exhilarating and invigorating periods of my life. Though competition is scarce, which can be disappointing, it also ensures that I dance centre stage during the four shows lined up for us, which makes up for everything, if you ask me;o) The next three classes have lived up to my high expectations, except for the fact that different parts of my body have taking turns sending spasms of pain through my entire system after each class, despite the initial half an hour of rigorous workout. *Sigh* But the good thing about that is, the cute boy instructor (who I dreamt about last night, by the way) notices my cringes of pain and comes over to help me. Hehehehe *wicked, wicked smile*. So there! Classes with SDIPA were everything I wanted!! Cute instructors, great music, good fun and the world’s most sexy moves, plus a chance to perform on the stage not once, but four times!!!! Could life get any better!!

New Look Pinkyblog!!!

Presenting to all ye bloggers, the new look pinkyblog!!!!
Hope you find it as ridiculously pink and girly as i do......

Mee Marathi mulgee

Kasa kai????
Mee vichar kela, ki aaplya matrubhashet lihinyat so sar aahe , to doosrya kutchya hi bhaashet lihinyat nahi. Tar aaj majyha aayushyat prathamach mee kahi tari marathit lihet aahe. Aasha karte ki tumhala aavdel.


Dhagala lagli kala
paani themb themb gala
dhagala laagi kala
paani them themb gala
jasa juvacha jeev ghuutmala
tasa pirticha vadhtaye bala
tujhya tondala tond majha mela
aga hai baghun dusman jala
dhagala lagli kala
paani themb themb gala
chal ga rani gaaoya gani
phiruya pakhran sanga
ghamachya bharat
gar gar varyaat
angala bhidude ang
zala tujha ni majha jula, aiga
paani themb themb gala
dhagala lagli kala
paani themb themb gala

Rough translation:
The clouds have parted
water is leakin drop by drop
in the same way that my life is entwined in yours
our love is gaining in strength
my lips are meeting yours
and that is making our enemy very jealous
the clouds have parted
water is leaking drop by drop
come on the queen of my heart, we will sing songs
and fly with the birds
in the cold wind and the sweat
let our bodies touch
you and i have now become one
water is leaking drop by drop


hehehehehehehhehehehehe

And no , i'm not drunk...

Jai Maharashtra!!!!!!

Introspection

So what do you guys think about me?

I have come to the profound realisation, that we humans, though an intelligent lot, are extremely flawed in our thinking. Especially when it comes to our own selves. We refuse to acknowledge our shortcomings and percieve ourselves to be the epitomy of perfection. Some of us are benevolent enough to concede a few imperfections, but only if they sound romantic enough, like a dear friend once remarked, "Oh I am so impulsive, I never look before I leap...hehe" and rushed headlong into a relationship that nearly messed her up for life. But for her, being impulsive is exciting and adventurous, and not technically a flaw, and so it is admitted to me. And repeated.

The vulnerability of the human ego is disappointing to say the least, as it is obvious that it cannot ever take a blow to itself. Which only results in a lack of a genuine understanding of our own true personalities.

So when I know that I'm highly immature AND in denial, I ask my close friends what they think, because they know me and look at me from a different perspective, one that is not bound by euphemisms, or the need to be perfect. Like I probably never have. And that is how i come closest to shedding the blinkers that my conscience has donned for the past 18 years. And that, is how i come closest to discovering my soul.