I Wonder!

I can’t really recall if what I’m going to talk about was my summer vacation or the start of long Dussehra holidays in October.

What I remember clearly though, is the sweltering heat, the yellow iron gate guarding our yard, my brother who had playfully climbed on top of the gate while me and my mum stood by the front door watching him play.

Now let me describe that yellow gate – it brought a unironed symphony to our home. It was a pale yellow, sturdy, 2-flanked metal structure that opened directly out to the beauty of the world. When it opened, the hinges creaked in a staccato rhythm. The 2 flanks hinged on iron rails on both sides, upholding the fence on either side. Looking from where I and my mom were seeing it, the left flank of the gate was lower than the right, leaning in from the top edge where they met (or should’ve met). Which meant that when the gate was shut using the latch on the top, it left ample gap at the bottom for stray dogs to wander in and out of our lawn, absolutely unhindered, an opportunity not many dogs missed considering the ginormous mango tree in our yard for the shade. Not that they really needed a gap, for the gate had rectangles cut out inside it, ones that made the gate, a practical sham!

Why am I talking about the gate? It’s this gate that I often dream about. One that opens to someplace unknown. Having yet to feel and cross it, the gate seems like it’s built of grey smoke only to fool my eyes. The fear of everything covered in orange haze/smoke on the other side, numbs my legs like I’m magically flying. When I look around, I find myself on an abandoned railway platform. The trains chugging pass fast and in huge numbers, watched only by a pair of eyes waiting for a trigger, but nothing happens. Nothing ever happens!

I often wonder what the dream means? Am I scared of abandoned railway stations? Am I scared of orange smoke? Do I love my legs so much that I fear for my life having no sensations in them?

Or is it my place of zen where I wish to be all the time?

I wonder!

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Riding the Tides

You know, there are things that we do over and over again for a considerable period of our life and then, someday we stop doing them, for whatever reasons. We never know if they were for good or bad, for they in their time never held any meaning. Then one day we stop doing them. All  they give us are memories, some cherishable and some not so.

The one thing I’m doing ever since I learnt to control handles and balance, is ride. Ride, to and fro, carrying people at my back.

The 2-wheelers that I’ve used are –

1. BSA SLR – Bicycle.

BSA SLR Image

2. Kinetic Luna Super Star – A bicycle with an engine, a clutch and accelerator.

luna

3. Hero Puch Shakti 3G – A mini demon. The smallest geared bikes with the smallest of engines – a mere 65CC.

Hero Puch Shakti 3g

4. You’ve all already met my 4th companion, Bajaj Pulsar 180CC – One of the oldest and proudest giants in the history of Bajaj sporting bikes in India. Without it, I’m lost.

My Ride

During my schooling and engineering, my brother rode as my pillion. They were fun times. Nothing except the rides changed over the years. From bicycle to Luna to Shakti, that part of our life is one the longest case of the association between brothers and their rides. We rode for long hours and I don’t remember him, even once, asking me to let him ride. He was happy and content, at the back, watching the world and giving all sorts of running commentary, describing the surroundings. Watching girls, eateries, escaping seniors, riding in the rain – through love and through fight, those days will forever remain fresh.

There was one instance when while returning from our school, it was raining really hard. I decided to have some fun and starting riding through puddles of rainwater, which soaked all of his shoes from the inside. I kept doing it, when in a fit, he opened his water bottle and emptied it straight into my shoes, and all this 60 kmph. We laughed all the way to our home. One of the happiest memories I have with him.

We’ve had our share of accidents as well, when in all the occasions, he jumped off well before the fate hit us. He is thankfully smart in those situations when I’m not. Twice in those accidents, I hair-cracked my left shoulder. But they never deterred me

Then my ride changed to Pulsar and the speed at which I normally rode changed. I remember once, when he was in Bangalore, spending time on bench in his company, I used to drop him to his office. We used to take the ‘Nice’ road. It was one clean and zero traffic road, 16 kms in length. We reached 120 kmph one day. He simply closed his eyes and felt the speed while I just enjoyed the fastest that I had ever ridden, things passing by me in time smaller than the blink of an eye. I miss those moments.

Then came my wife, and so changed my speed. All she ever has said about my riding is – “You are the only one with whom I don’t try to balance the bike”. I clearly am her favorite!

Riding is also the time, I think about my life the most. I contemplate all serious issues, when I’m seated on my bike. I have my commentary running for all that while. “Government must ban all women and old drivers”, “Why the fuck does everyone change their lines at the last moments”, “What happened to them indicators” yada yada.

And then there’s my favorite song by Joe Satriani – “Ride” – that defines some philosophies of my life –

This clearly is my favorite daily ritual!

A Hangover Too Long

It’s just amazing how some of your best memories are from your childhood! And I so wish someone returned those days back to me. All my summers in Itarsi, a dehat (a type of village) in Madhya Pradesh during my days, how liberating were they!

Mangoes, board games, food, berries, watermelons, melons, cricket, sleep and repeat it in any order everyday. That’s how we passed our days then. Some cartoons too along with video games but mostly outdoor sports! Running around the houses, madly in search of the balls, players, riding bicycles, mopeds, jumping! In those days, we didn’t have homework for summer. No pressure like these days. I genuinely feel, the childhood that we lived will never be lived again. Interestingly though, I don’t remember a single night!

Friends and brother were all I searched for in my summer days. My mother took care of the heat. Mango juices, shakes, Aam Panna (I don’t know what else to call it, my Indian readers will understand it. For everyone else kindly Google it. It’s a raw mango cooler) kept me away from any stroke. The trees, the cold floors and the coolers doing their bit too!

And food and food! I just can’t forget the smell of the rotis with ghee and sugar sprinkled on them. I can’t forget the roti’s torn to pieces and milk and sugar. My mother has had me so fallen for her food, I’m still to wake from my dream. I’m since hung over!

How did you celebrate your summer

  1. Summer Dreams | The Mirror Obscura
  2. The Match (Part 6) Oh, Brother | The Jittery Goat
  3. Summertime Sadness | Life Confusions
  4. Dark Wings and Peacock Hope: Daily Prompt | ALIEN AURA’S BLOG: IT’LL BLOW YOUR MIND!
  5. Daily Prompt: In the Summertime | The WordPress C(h)ronicle
  6. DP Daily Prompt: In the Summertime | Sabethville
  7. Daily Prompt: In the Summertime | littlegirlstory
  8. DAILY PROMPT: In The Summertime | Melissa Holden
  9. the party stayed up | y
  10. Daily Prompt: In the Summertime « Mama Bear Musings
  11. Summertime Sadness: I hope not « psychologistmimi
  12. “Kinda” Excited to Have a Baby | A Crohnie’s Classroom
  13. Beyonce Songs That Speak to Me [Part 1] | She Writes
  14. Daily Prompt: In the Summertime | tnkerr-Writing Prompts and Practice
  15. Daily Prompt: In The Summertime- My Future and Past Summertime | Journeyman
  16. Summer | Kate Murray
  17. Stop, Summer Time ! | Knowledge Addiction
  18. In the Summertime – (Daily Prompt) | Roving Bess
  19. Daily Prompt: In the Summertime, HOT Summer and Reading Summer! | seikaiha’s blah-blah-blah
  20. Fascinating Bird | wisskko’s blog
  21. Daily Prompt: In the Summertime | Nola Roots, Texas Heart
  22. Summertime Hiking|Remind Your Mind | Remind Your Mind
  23. hot fun in the summertime | eastelmhurst.a.go.go
  24. My Fav Season… | FREE BIRD
  25. In the Summertime | Purplesus’ Blog
  26. Daily Prompt:In The Summertime | My Other Blog
  27. Seasons and Lessons of Life and Faith | meanderedwanderings
  28. 7 Reasons Why We Love Summer | Never Stationary
  29. when they told me that | y
  30. Daily Prompt: In the Summertime | Chronicles of an Anglo Swiss
  31. Summertime Truth | Vanessa Elliott
  32. Summertime in Montreal | That Montreal Girl
  33. In a nutshell… | cockatooscreeching
  34. On deck… | Muddy River Muse
  35. When Summer Comes | Triumphant Wings
  36. Past and Now | Flowers and Breezes
  37. In the Summertime | Dragon Droppings
  38. In The Summertime. | emma blogs
  39. Daily Prompt: Remembering Summer | Mama Cormier
  40. Let’s Start a Band | Thinking Diagonally
  41. Daily Prompt: In the Summertime | My Atheist Blog
  42. Summerfest Adventures | RECREATION | WANGSGARD
  43. Daily Prompt: In the Summertime | Finding Life
  44. Root Beer | I’m a Writer, Yes I Am
  45. Warming « Averil Dean
  46. Summertime Blues | Just Visiting This Planet
  47. Guzzling sweet tea, noshing on peach pie, training up a storm and making new friends: All in a summer day’s work | Institute for Hispanic Health Equity
  48. Daily Prompt: In the Summertime | thoughts and entanglements
  49. When you are waiting for life to start | Boundaries and Edges
  50. Summertime is Luh-uh Lovin’ | djgarcia94
  51. DP: SUMMER, GIVE IT TO ME!!!!! | Scorched Ice
  52. Daily Prompt: In the Summertime | Dreaming of December | undefined by design
  53. Daily Prompt – In the summertime…. | myjourneyeveryday
  54. Sweet Summertime Yoga | eat less sugar you’re sweet enough
  55. Summer | Love.Books.Coffee.
  56. Daily Prompt: In the Summertime | Ramblings of a Midwest 20-Something
  57. Summer beat | Miss Moody
  58. Fast Forward to Summertime | The Fairy tale Daydreamer
  59. Bye Bye Polar Vortex
  60. Summer’s Around the Corner | 365 Days of Thank You
  61. Daily Prompt: In the Summertime | NOWHERE TO RUN
  62. Holding back the dark. | Trucker Turning Write
  63. Daily Prompt: Summer is Forever Love | La Dolce Vita
  64. I just hope to stay out of jail. | The Land Slide Photography
  65. Summertime | B.Kaotic
  66. Summer Time: No | Barbara Pyett
  67. Summertime Plans: Teaching Summer School | . . . Furthest Sense
  68. In the Summertime | Lisa’s Kansa Muse
  69. My Summer | Captured By Kylie Photography
  70. Daily Prompt: In the Summertime | The Overwhelmed Undergrad
  71. Daily Prompt: In the Summertime | SIM | ANTICS
  72. I miss summer. | Always Expressive
  73. Daily Prompt: In the Summertime | Basically Beyond Basic
  74. Summertime! | Laughing Through Life
  75. In the Summertime – The Move | Breathe away
  76. Little Ones | Overcoming Bloglessness

To My Family!

I don’t think I need to tell anyone what denial is. I was in denial – all my life. I can safely say that I’m more than three-quarters through my life now and I have no one else than my family to thank. I don’t know what love is! I’ve never known love but I believe it’s a strange combination of respect, responsibility, care, and detailing. And I guess that’s what me and my family have. That cocktail of aforementioned ingredients that binds us.

The two late comers in our family, my wife and my brother’s wife, they were I think destined to share their lives with us. Now they are what me and brother are, to my parents. A simple enough structure, no joint family, phew! The kind of people we all are, only 2 out of 6 are extroverts – dad and my wife! The way we take care of each other is very unique – for me it is! But I feel all families are unique in their own little ways.

Just want to say – I love you all and be around like you always are. This bugger needs you sometimes – OK, all the time!

I Wanna Live Again

The only thing that today’s daily prompt reminded me off was my brother’s first ever composition!

It came after 4 years in college and rigorous guitar practice. Trust me, I was his roommate and heard a lot of his jittery ting-tings and tung-tungs!

I was in awe the first time he sung it for us! He sang well and played well too but this was a total surprise!

Give it up for Salil Mishra – I Wanna Live Again!

Please pardon us for poor sound quality – it’s a recording but lyrics come from his heart!

Just for the traditions though, a tradition we have started to follow is sing our hearts, lungs and throats out when him and his guitar are playing! Family thing – we think we are helluva singers!

Lets see how others are impressing us –

  1. Henna | Perspectives on life, universe and everything
  2. Ballerina | Perspectives on life, universe and everything
  3. Daily Prompt: Time After Time- Psychology: Introduction to self esteem | Journeyman
  4. Daily Prompt: Time After Time | Saleh Elgherbawi
  5. One Crazy Mom » What Keeps My Week Going
  6. Do more walking | The Bliss of Reality
  7. DP Daily Prompt: Time after Time | Sabethville
  8. Growing Up | The Jittery Goat
  9. Daily Prompt: Time After Time: #Coffee #Ritual | Of Glass & Paper
  10. chocolate | yi-ching lin photography
  11. we gather today | y
  12. Daily Prompt: Time After Time | tnkerr-Writing Prompts and Practice
  13. A sweet memory of the past | Attempted Human Relations and Self
  14. The One Hit Wonder | the intrinsickness
  15. Sex appeal? Clumsy oafess? Time after Time… | ALIEN AURA’S BlOG: IT’LL BLOW YOUR MIND!
  16. Kiss me, I’m Irish: a San Francisco tradition | Suddenly Single in Marin
  17. A book review for World Book Day | Sue’s Trifles
  18. As traditions go, this one isn’t bad. Bit costly though… | thoughtsofrkh
  19. DAILY PROMPT: Ritual | cockatooscreeching
  20. Family. Rituals. War. | daggyshog tales
  21. Ritual « Shrine of Hecate – Ramblings of a New Age Witch
  22. You know Gail Baker down the road? | The verbal hedge
  23. A twisted family tradition | A picture is worth 1000 words
  24. Daily Prompt: Time After Time | My Other Blog
  25. The More Things Change… | My Author-itis
  26. Daily Prompt – Time After Time. |
  27. It’s spelled ‘Crucian’. | Asta’s Space
  28. Minutely Infinite | Traditionally Speaking
  29. The beauty of a fitness routine versus having a joint-eater to be thin « psychologistmimi
  30. Family Vocabulary: Traditions! | ALIEN AURA’S BlOG: IT’LL BLOW YOUR MIND!
  31. Corn, Onions and Christianity | meanderedwanderings
  32. Daily Prompt: Time After Time « Mama Bear Musings
  33. Daily Prompt: Time After Time | Chronicles of an Anglo Swiss
  34. S. Thomas Summers: Writing with Some Ink and a Hammer | On Our Fears its Soul Shall Feast
  35. Time After Time | The Nameless One
  36. I didn’t listen, what’s your excuse? | meg lago
  37. Time After Time | The Story of a Guy
  38. I [heart] Hotpot Dinners | Beez Giftz
  39. Time After Time Traditions Live | Lisa’s Kansa Muse
  40. time after time | klstar2000
  41. My secret photography ritual. | What Katy Thought.
  42. A Tradition That Kept Us Still Standing | Navigate
  43. Birthday Traditions | Cancer Isn’t Pink
  44. Burn-Out | Green Embers
  45. Time After Time | Lead us from the Unreal to the Real
  46. Life’s Rituals: MissShy Gets Engaged | Ana Linden
  47. A Sunday Paratha | Flowers and Breezes
  48. “Time After Time” | Relax
  49. Daily Prompt: Time After Time | Raspberry’s Daydreams
  50. OSCAR ISN’T SACRED BUT WE WATCH ANYHOW | SERENDIPITY
  51. Year after year. | stilldaddyslittlegirl
  52. The Good Tradition Of Eurovision… | Steve Says…
  53. Birthday Tradition | Margaux’s Blog
  54. 65/365 ritual | @vannilla
  55. of small delights | Anawnimiss
  56. Awake at night | anonim0us
  57. Awake at night | anonim0us
  58. Traditions, start a good one. | Emotional Fitness
  59. A different kind of Christmas Tree (Daily Prompt: “Time After Time, Show Us Ritual”) | Photo0pal Photography
  60. Spot Me Bro! – A Daily Tradition | Lifestyle | WANGSGARD
  61. Weekly Reprieve from the Pattern of Life | snapshotsofawanderingheart
  62. Family Traditions | A mom’s blog
  63. Time After Time: Daily Post | Destino
  64. Traditions? Can’t think of any! | djgarcia94
  65. I am a writing rock band that only wants green m&m’s. ONLY GREEN ONES! | The Bohemian Rock Star’s “Untitled Project”
  66. Mom’s Sweet Banana Cream Pie | Late Bloomer Liz
  67. Daily Prompt: Being Traditional! | All Things Cute and Beautiful
  68. Traditions | Emovere
  69. Daily Prompt: Time After Time – Family Events | MetaRead360 Small Press presents
  70. Lesbian Traditions
  71. Continuity | La Gatita Oscura
  72. Traditions? Not Really | Cats, Coffee, And Life At Random
  73. Daily Prompt: Ritual | An American in Norway, a Citizen of the World
  74. Daily Prompt: Ritual | An American in Norway, a Citizen of the World
  75. Daily Prompt: Ritual (Nonet) | Morrighan’s Muse
  76. Time After Time: Ritual | Khana’s Web
  77. Around the table | 2 times pink
  78. Daily Prompt: Time After Time | Basically Beyond Basic
  79. Blind | Among the Whispers
  80. Daily Prompt: Time After Time|Unbreakable bond | viCKaakin
  81. Day 65… Daily Prompt: Time After Time | Dear Blog ’14
  82. Beauty in Brokenness | Broken Light: A Photography Collective
  83. Daily Prompt: Tradition | SCATTERBRAIN
  84. The Family Rosary | The Salmon Yatra
  85. Daily Prompt 03062014: Time After Time | Annie, are you OK?
  86. Tradition… | Kate Murray
  87. When Parades go wrong. | Trucker Turning Write
  88. Ritual | U Be Cute – Follow the child inside of you…
  89. Suicide no. 33: “Suicide no. 33″ | derekalanwilkinson
  90. I Love You | Real Momma Ramblings
  91. Ritual | The Land Slide Photography
  92. Getting to the Starting Line | Recovery Miles
  93. Valentine’s Play Date, You’re Mine | Uncovered
  94. Birthday Cake Tradition | 365 Days of Thank You
  95. afterwards, we lie | y
  96. Daily Prompt: Rituals | Lady K’s Lounge
  97. we gather behind | y
  98. Daily Prompt: Time After Time | Bowl of Rice
  99. A Different Kind of Light | Wiley’s Wisdom

I’ve Danced and Once!

I’ve danced and once. That was it and that’s it! I’m never doing it again.

We in India have a practice of leading the groom to the marriage hall and it’s one of the most festive occasions with lots of fun and lots and lots of dance. It’s so crazy that some faint, some need ice baths, some glucose water and energy drinks, and all of them look like they’ve arrived from a war when they finally reach the ceremony site! This part of the marriage is called a “Baaraat“. Yes they are “AAAAA” sounds (open your mouth out wide and just make a sound) on both sides of the “R”.

The dancing is the craziest part. I enjoyed it thoroughly when people and relatives danced madly for me in my marriage and I danced too, for myself, but most, who saw it, would say I looked more electrically shocked than a dancer, and even I refrain from calling it a dance. It was absolutely no holds barred. My brother made it his occasion though. He danced throughout the Baaraat and had to get his lungs pumped for air later, so tired was he. But it was terrific. I couldn’t have loved it more. But his advantage was always a lean body and that somehow he always got his moves gelled together beautifully.

In the image featured with this post, you’ll see a boy in a grey suit in the center. That’s my Brother and that was the madness that night!

Not me!

I am shy. I so hate my dancing skills that I’d rather even not talk about them. But as I am to talk about them in this daily prompt, I’ll say I’m slow, crawler, who moves like a sloth. Someone asked me then – “All prepped up for Baaraat?”. I started sweating profusely at the question itself. Oh how will I survive that ordeal?

The answer, as I’d come to know it, was in my mind itself. I understood the meaning of the term “Let Go” that night! It just ticked. I heard it tick. I think I’m understating it a bit. It was a ticking bomb waiting for that perfect condition. The songs were already playing and I saw a few of my relatives starting to gather between the commotion. I knew this was it. The volume rose, the beats started, and so did my feet. I didn’t care what song that was. After the first couple of moves, I thought it wasn’t difficult and people kind of expected me to dance that night. It was my brother’s marriage!

And once I started, I don’t remember stopping or pausing except for water breaks. I danced till the brothers from the girl side finally carried him into a prayer on their shoulders. And then we danced some more! I remember one of my better friends coming to meet me and I hugged him when suddenly my legs went numb and I fell right on his feet! Damn!

I’ve never danced more and I’ve now danced enough! But I learnt a lot about myself then, lessons never to be forgotten!

Let’s see what others think about dancing and whether they are one 😉 –

  1. of dancing with strange men | Anawnimiss
  2. Throwback Thursday | Rima Hassan
  3. Daily Prompt: Let’s Dance-Psychology Behind Moving Our Body | Journeyman
  4. Daily Prompt: Let’s Dance | Under the Monkey Tree
  5. Dancers in the Barren | Exploratorius
  6. Daily Prompt: Let’s Dance | tnkerr-Writing Prompts and Practice
  7. Let’s Dance! Daily Prompt | alienorajt
  8. DP Daily Prompt: Let’s Dance | Sabethville
  9. Dancing On The Beach | The Ambitious Drifter
  10. Let’s Get Our Legs Bruised | Knowledge Addiction
  11. Flamenco | Foto Challenge
  12. Daily Prompt – Let’s Dance | I Hope You’re Taking Notes
  13. Daily Prompt: Let’s Dance | seikaiha’s blah-blah-blah
  14. Songs for Me and Only Me | Daily Prompt: Let’s Dance | likereadingontrains
  15. Tip and The Daily Prompt: Mom Taught Me The Chaleston | The Jittery Goat
  16. in concert, there ought | y
  17. annie | yi-ching lin photography
  18. Dancing Insults My Intelligence | Bumblepuppies
  19. …put on your red shoes and dance the blues | thoughtsofrkh
  20. Ring My Bell | Greg Urbano
  21. Full speed ahead | Crap I Blog About
  22. My Two Left Feet
  23. 269. Lord of the Dance | Barely Right of Center
  24. Cadence | La Gatita Oscura
  25. Put The Big Floppy Hat Down And Dance | Lisa’s Kansa Muse
  26. Jive… | Hope* the happy hugger
  27. Not Dancing | Maria For Real
  28. Daily Prompt: Dance | EmeraldCity
  29. Daily Prompt: Let’s Dance | Chronicles of an Anglo Swiss
  30. WordPress daily prompt: Let’s Dance | I solemnly swear i am upto no good!
  31. Solace | Prose of the Frequently Amused
  32. Dance On! | Life Confusions
  33. Daily Prompt: Being a Dancer! | All Things Cute and Beautiful
  34. Daily Prompt: An Ode to Dancing Memories | melanielynngriffin
  35. Broken Dreams? | Tale of Two Tomatoes
  36. DP: Let’s Dance – As the End Draws Near | aliabbasali
  37. DANCING PAINTED PONIES | SERENDIPITY
  38. Happy 30th Birthday, Daddy! | Beez Giftz
  39. Dance on and on and on and on | Emotional Fitness
  40. In the Mood | I’m a Writer, Yes I Am
  41. Movement | The Land Slide Photography
  42. Memories of Dancing | Flowers and Breezes
  43. Daring to Dance in the Early Days | This Is Real Life
  44. Make them laugh | Life is great
  45. Yellow Shirts and the Hokey-Pokey | …Then Came Dance
  46. Dancing in the Kitchen | Monica’s Musings
  47. Daily Prompt: Dance | Different Isn’t Wrong, It’s Just Different
  48. Daily Prompt: Let’s Dance | kimmcnulty
  49. Dancing with Dreams | snapshotsofawanderingheart
  50. Chubby Cheeks & Chubby Checker | bemuzin
  51. On the Road to Regionals… Literally! | It’s a wonderful F’N life
  52. Alley Cat | The Zombies Ate My Brains
  53. Daily Prompt: Doing the Hustle | Morrighan’s Muse
  54. Dance to the rhythm in your heart | sunny side dreamers
  55. Dance: Daily Post | Destino
  56. Dance your Dreams Out | Nerd.Laugh.Love
  57. Dance Dance Baybee!! | My pitter patter wordfaLL 🙂
  58. Feb Photo Challenge 27 | Queenie
  59. Waltzing Mildred | Musings of a Soul Eclectic
  60. LET’S DANCE! | Francine In Retirement
  61. Dancing With Girls! | My Musings | WANGSGARD.COM
  62. dancing days | eastelmhurst.a.go.go
  63. Good Old Mountain Music | Menimèse Creare
  64. Movement- Daily Prompt | The Rider
  65. Daily Prompt: Let’s Dance |
  66. You Lost WHAT On The Dance Floor?! | I AGREE with you but…
  67. Dancing On My Own… | Cabernet In The Dark
  68. The Lament | Blue Loft
  69. Let’s dance | Fictionalism
  70. … Remember that scene in Hitch? | The Bohemian Rock Star’s “Untitled Project”
  71. Motivation: What Should I Do With My Life? | Mirth and Motivation
  72. DP: Movement | An old fart back in school
  73. My Earliest Memories of Dance | Woven Stars & Chocolate Bars
  74. Let’s Dance | An Accountant and a Mum
  75. Daily Prompt – Movement – Gracious |
  76. A Dancer’s Life Cycle | The Book of Shayne
  77. The Blog Farm | Motivation: What Should I Do With My Life?
  78. When Bowie Asks You to Dance, You Dance! | snippets and words
  79. Dance Dance Revolution | meg lago
  80. Daily Prompt: Dance Dance Dance | Life’s So Sweet
  81. Daily Prompt: Let’s Dance | Yowza, Here We Go!
  82. The next big thing | Trucker Turning Write
  83. Move | fifty5words
  84. Daily Prompt: Movement | That Montreal Girl
  85. Daily Prompt: Let’s Dance – Dancin’ with Myself | SA:ME (사메)
  86. Lawrence Welk and the Potion of Dance
  87. My DJ Dance Jukebox from Heaven | Kosher Adobo
  88. Lux
  89. b-girl | peacefulblessedstar
  90. Halloween Dance 1979 | 365 Days of Thank You
  91. MOVEMENT: A Mighty Move! | The Christian Gazette
  92. What are your earliest and fondest memories of dance? | askgrampa
  93. Dance Like Nobody’s Watching | Wiley’s Wisdom
  94. Just Keep Your Head Above | Wiley’s Wisdom
  95. Doing the Dance (knowing when to step forward and when to step back) | Love, Support, Educate, Advocate, Accept…
  96. Tradition | Wanderlein

Zee2Etch – Task #16

Yesterday, something happened which took me by surprise. Dad and I discussed the difference between Attitude and Nature.

It all started when I asked him what is my reputation? He got confused and at first cracked all possible jokes thinking I was joking myself. But I had to shake him up and tell him to get serious as this is about a blog I have to write for a task I have signed for. He then told me a few things about me that caught my ears and here they are –

I am someone who gets influenced by my surroundings. The more I come in touch with my surrounding, the more I run away from it so no one can question my lifestyle or methods. He said I told me that I’m a thorough professional although he couldn’t, for his mediocre vocabulary, put it into a word and this was what caused a lot of commotion between the two of us. All he wanted to say was, I am different from others because of my “Professional Attitude”. Now first I took his words to actually mean “Professionalism”. But apparently, that wasn’t what it was. He wanted to tell me, that I have a nature to stay correct all the time and to do that, I may sometimes falsify some people for which I may never give any explanation. I run away from such situations and the poor chap is left scratching his head to think the wrong he has committed.

Okay. So this must be my reputation among others as well. I went around asking a lot of people about this and told my dad about it, for which he had a very simple answer – “You know, it’s only you who can gauge your reputation and no one else. Not even us. We are your parents. For us, you are the most beautiful thing that happened to us and we will never put you in a wrong place and will never mean to hurt you. But this world isn’t us. They’ll lie to you, so they may gain points with you and earn your hard-to-gain trust. So there’s no point asking others about it. Ask yourself. For example, when you enter a meeting or a social gathering, you will automatically know if you are liked or not, respected or not. That’s your reputation”.

I couldn’t have agreed more. No one will ever tell me my exact reputation. So I’ll write for this task on the basis of what my dad told me about me.

Let me explain his statements while analysing them too. He isn’t very good with what he says but spend time with him and you’ll know what he meant 2 hours ago. I’ve had an entire day to myself and when he said that I get influenced by my surroundings, he meant that I like to carry a lot of perspectives while making decisions. I like to consider all the opinions and keep my options open before coming to a conclusion. Regarding my correctness, my answer is I have forever rising inner urge to stay equal and fair to all. No one is high and no one is low. All things belong together and it’s that harmony that makes this world livable.

He said a sentence twice – that I run away from situations. Well that has just one answer, I am the rarest possible introverts possible and as my brother would testify – I told him a few days ago that I’d like to buy a recorder so I may record all my thoughts and turn them into posts on my blog. All he said was – you are the biggest introvert I have ever seen.

Just for the record, my fathers testimony is enough!