18th January'09, 4:40pm, I haphazardly
got down of the rickshaw, stumbled a little and enquired guard at the gate of a
public school, the way to my class. He looked at me with a puzzled expression
as if he wanted to know that ‘what was I doing here?’ I frowned!! He showed me
the way pointing towards the direction, but his puzzled face didn’t change at
all. Ignoring him, but not really, his face expression was still on my mind, I
hurriedly went towards the basement checking myself, my complete attire, my shoes,
and my hair which somewhere I knew were not going to fit the place. But still,
gathering my courage with loads of anxiety and excitement, I entered the
basement… Yo!! drumm, drumm!! The sound touched my ears and mind, out went
everything from my head, I was just walking towards the shut door which was at
the end of the basement lobby. My heartbeat went a little higher; I stopped
outside the door peeping in through the translucent glass. Fast beats of music
was the only thing I could hear with a grinning smile on my face. The beats of
music were not familiar to me, in fact it was altogether a different style of
music comparing to what I generally listen but somehow I felt that my whole
body was responding to the rhythm of music.
I opened the door; around thirty people
in front of me were dancing to their best. I got nervous and puzzled, wanted to
say something but couldn’t. A lean,
short boy came to me, I showed him my id card and was about to say something but
instead he politely asked me to wait outside for the next session!! The whole
scene appeared to me as if a shy kid was entering a big unknown world.
I went towards the back wall and stood
there with its support, thinking… and then soon coming back to my senses and realising
that I am a confident being ;)
After few seconds, a tall guy dressed
completely in black from head to toe was standing in front of us (there were
few more people waiting for the session to begin but their state of mind was
fine, they were in their senses, unlikely like me :P). He took our introduction
and began the revision of last class. I wasn’t there in the last session; this
was my first introductory class. But I didn’t inform the trainer about it;
don’t know why, I think it’s always been there within me to challenge up
myself, to compete with my existing level… Around four years back I joined this
academy but unfortunately couldn’t continue it after three months. So after
these many years somewhere down in my heart, I felt as if my present stamina
and yearn to learn wouldn’t match my years back energy, enthusiasm and desire.
And this action of trying to cope was a way to judge.
With a little fumble here and there, I somehow
managed while the other new joiners with the other trainer were trying their
best but their struggle seemed to be an ongoing one. I was full of pride and
self admiration, adding more to it, our main instructor, a short and peppy girl,
a dancer cum stylist :P complemented me for one of my steps, adding to my
confidence and gradually all my inhibitions flew away… it was then just me and
my soul responding to the beats of music and introducing me the hidden language
of my soul.
The mouse was on his head,
