I too,felt like a worm...

I too,felt like a worm-

crawling up the endless glass wall.

Cold and steely,

it froze me to death.

No,no,death would be too easy.

It froze me to Silence.

I looked around-

no fellow traveller,

no companion.

Not that I needed any.

I was self-sufficient.

But alone.

Mind you,I was alone,

not lonely.



I looked around

and saw stuffed buses whooshing down R.B. connector.

I could've seen a lazy,drowsy tram too,far away,

only if I were a little taller,bigger...

and less reluctant.

But I had my own battles to fight.

So,I guess my reluctance makes sense.



I was out to collect the elixir of life.

Yes,the first time I had heard of it,

I too,thought it was funny.

But two reincarnations down the line,

I know better now.



I looked around

and saw a stream of people-

making their way through the crazy morning crowd.

Each had a destination of their own,

buried deep under the smell of rice and curry in their nails.

They won't forget.

They won't be misguided.

For they know their route.

They know it like the back of their hands.

Getting lost is a luxury only vagabonds like you and me are allowed to savour.

So,we better make sure it lasts long.

Yes,two reincarnations down the line,

I'm still stupid.

Elixir can wait.

 P.S.I don't know why I'd have these words in my mind after coming back from The Terence Lewis show that didn't look much like a disaster. Yes,people,in case you're interested,The Terence Lewis workshop is over. I didn't get what I went in for. Contemporary wasn't there much. Out of the ten classes,more than eight were spent doing Hip hop and Bollywood. Contemporary was there just for the heck of it. But then,I'm no Martha Graham. So,I guess it was a breather for me that the steps weren't tough. So,I could manage just about decently though it's been a year since I did anything except Kathak. Also,the ten days' extravaganza meant only track pants and tees for me. So,a very good friend Moumita decided to help me out with a picture of herself.

The picture is blurry though she claims her mobile camera to be of better quality than my digital camera.*Rolls her eyes*
But I must say I heart the blouse! Reminds me of the good ol' Victorian grace. I'm not a stiletto person but the red beauties are too tempting to resist!

Waking up to dream and nightmare,at the same time!

Here comes a feeling you thought you had forgotten.
Uneasy,clumsy.
Drifting into sleep and back to half-consciousness.
A face,a smile,a pair of curious yet non-judgmental eyes.
Never accuses me,never hates me,never demands an explanation.
That's why it's killing me.


This lump in my throat,hard to describe,
hard to swallow,
hard to vomit.
Just big enough to register its presence.
Maybe in its nascent stage now,
but I've a funny feeling that it'll grow bigger
and engulf my whole world some day.
Like a black shadow of some dark past,
carefully hidden but never really destroyed.


Guilt maybe?
Ah,that sounds mainstream,finally!
I'm feeling GUILTY.

This post is inspired from Fantabulous February-day eleven by Kanika on her blog Sensitive Chaos.I'm LOVING Fantabulous February! Join us and make it a success(not to suggest that it isn't a success already,:P).

On a somewhat different note,I've a good news to share with you all.Terence sir is finally bringing his ABCD(Any Body Can Dance) workshop level-I to Kolkata! I've been waiting for this workshop for a long,long time now! In fact,it was one of the most important reasons behind applying to B schools in Mumbai. I couldn't have woken up to a better news! Looks like 'Fantabulous February' is going to extend itself into 'Memorable March'.I felt a little bad when I couldn't go to DID auditions this time.My campus placements were going on back then.It's not about being selected,you know.It's about meeting so many like-minded people,it's about being a part of that infectious energy and contributing to it somehow. After that tragedy,this workshop provides me with a perfect opportunity to relive those dreams of mine.The workshop is basically on Indian contemporary and bolly hop.Bolly hop,I'm not so interested in.I've never really been a hip hop person but I can't wait for the Indian Contemporary classes!There's just the wee bit of doubt though.My semester is supposed to start in April.The workshop will be over by 8th April.So,if it clashes with my semester,...:-(
                     But I'd rather be optimistic

If you're in Kolkata too and would like to be a part of this workshop,call 89610 03425/03426/03427 or send a mail to danceworkshop2012@gmail.com.Registration venues- Shri Shikshayatan School and City Centre 1,Saltlake.
                         I was so happy that I decided to share these old pictures with you! These were taken at the Kolkata book fair.I had planned to do a post on the book fair and use these pictures over there but like I complained on Facebook and Twitter,I find Kolkata book fair losing its charm slowly but steadily ever since it shifted to Milan Mela from Maidan.These days,it looks like a family outing and DOES NOT inspire me at all! I love books anyway.So,I'll keep going there as long as I'm in Kolkata but it's just not worth blogging about.
                                                          The blouse was a b'day gift from my cousins.I love the happy blue! Couldn't think of a better colour than red to wear it with.I threw the yellow shrug on to maximise the effect.I'm still not over colour blocking,you see! And added the tan bag and nude pumps to balance the colours.
                                                                                                                                                   Hope everyone is having a great weekend.XOXO.