I believe in dance. Dance as magic. Dance as exhilaration. Dance as a cure. Dance, as a metaphor for life.
Some people dance to vent frustration, Some to de-stress, Some just to enjoy. But a dancer dances to live.
I grew up to a staple diet of dance. When I first went to learn Bharat Natyam I was too intimidated to get out on the floor. I remembered another time I had stayed on the sidelines, when the dancing began after a wedding. The fancy footwork confused me. “Don’t make a fool of yourself, ” I thought. “Just watch.”
Reading my mind, an older woman dropped out of the dance, sat down beside me, and said, “If you join the dancing, you will feel foolish. If you do not, you will also feel foolish. So, why not dance?”
My body and mind unified behind a unique cocktail of lyrics and compelling rhythms as I dipped and hopped and spun to songs that called for equality, world peace, planet love, singing as a moral project, a ministry through song to a dancing congregation. That was the time I realised the difference between existing: breathing in and out; and living.
In the 21st century, the life of man is to say the least- a race. a race to live, survive, excel and exist. It is a continuous sequence of activities rammed so tightly that one would expect the person to burst through and ask, just for a moment, to breathe. It is perhaps sad, that in this life of so much work we have no time to know ourselves, to feel the presence of God in us and in the world around us. Dance is the medium to let go, to be free and just for a while, to be with God. Dance is my teacher, one that teaches me to observe and not analyse, to stop and look and be captivated by my surroundings. Dance is my companion, my inspiration.
Dance is a cure. If you think I’m wrong ask the sick woman, anxious and hair-pulling and thin with worry, who danced her way from neurosis to happiness in three weeks of aerobic bliss. Ask that professional dancer who broke both her legs in an accident and danced her way back. Dance is a therapy, a therapy to bring the mind and body together, to unite the soul with matter and make one pure. Dance is the hidden language of the soul.
Consciousness expresses itself through creation. This world we live in is the dance of the creator. Dancers come and go in the twinkling of an eye but the dance lives on. On many an occasion when I am dancing, I have felt touched by something sacred. In those moments, I felt my spirit soar and become one with everything that exists.
I become the stars and the moon. I become the lover and the beloved. I become the victor and the vanquished. I become the master and the slave. I become the singer and the song. I become the knower and the known. I keep on dancing then it is the eternal
dance or creation. The creator and creation merge into one wholeness of joy. I keep on dancing…and dancing…and dancing until there is only…the dance.