Human Mysteries – Dancing

Loud music, flickering lights, and a positive ambience results in bunch of humans dancing in a group, somehow choreographed well, without being choreographed at all. It’s random dance, they’re just following what the DJ plays. The music is loud enough that they’re all also singing it on top of their voice without being audible, until DJ suddenly drops the volume to hear the crowd.

Here’s something about me – I never dance. Maybe sometimes under shower, while singing to myself, but never in public. Sure, I’ve tried Zumba & Aerobics, and those are good. But this random dancing in a party turns out to be the most scary thing I’ve ever been asked to do – and also something I’ve avoided so far.

School’s farewell, friend’s birthdays, or just any other celebration, you can always spot me in one corner, watching them all dance, but I’m enjoying myself. Wanna know a secret? I’m writing this in that corner. It’s my best friend’s birthday, she’s dancing for an hour now, and I’m really happy for her. But, I gotta write this. This environment makes me want to either study electrochemistry, or write something.

See, I’m enjoying the party. I’m just enjoying it in my way. It sometimes feel that I’m disappointing the host, because for most people, who’re majorly extroverted, dancing is synonym to enjoying. People are judging me right now, finding my behaviour rude. By not dancing, I’m not boring myself. I’m just excusing myself from what I think is the most awkward type of crowd which I try to avoid.

No one’s really watching you when you’re dancing like this. But still if a 100 eyes are watching me speak on stage – that seems easier. That scares me too, but I’ve done that a few times, and it excites me. Last time I spoke on stage, while contesting for Mr. Ahlcon, I did get scared when all the eyes were on me. But that was still exciting.

Dancing in a group is scary because you’re probably being recorded, while the fat on your belly is going up and down. What if goes viral? What if I become a joke in high school?

I guess that’s something people will remember you for. Who doesn’t want to be remembered? But, still, even if I want to, I can’t get myself to dance in this ambience. At most, I’ll stand a feet away from the crowd, have my hands in my pocket, and pretend to move a little forward and back, until I find the perfect moment to silently escape.

But, school’s over, right? The image in high school doesn’t really matter anymore, does it? I might even lose touch with most of the people within next year.
Moreover, it probably is the last party I’m in with my schoolmates. That too my best friend’s birthday.

Let’s move on to the Dance Floor. No regrets.

I’ll let you guys know how it went!

Dedicated to: Rythm Verma, my best friend.

16 Comments Add yours

  1. Aarnav Gupta says:

    Reblogged this on Aarnav's Blog and commented:

    This weekend, it was Diwali Night in my university. And, guess what? I gave a dance performance! It was a group performance on some Hindi songs, but a big step for me.

    Before I got up on the stage, I was very nervous. I have never voluntarily danced in front of an audience before, and seeing such a big crowd was making me anxious. But, some magic happened the moment I kept my foot on the stage. In that one second I had before the tune changed, I looked at the audience, scanned the faces. I saw a lot of international people, who wouldn’t know the meaning of the lyrics, and are there just to witness how the biggest Indian festival is like. I thought about what I want them to see, uncoordinated steps or the energy Indians and their music has. Somehow this thought got me all the confidence I needed.

    I wasn’t closing my eyes on the stage anymore, unlike what I had planned. Suddenly, I was enjoying myself, very much. The audience’s cheering was boosting my confidence, and it all went well!

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  2. da-AL says:

    Beautifully written! I love dancing – but hey, someone has to watch, no? Many tx for visiting my blog – wishing you joy & success with yours 🙂

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  3. Electrochemistry 😄😅😂
    Nice post Aarnav!
    I was also like this on school. I never danced in parties and birthdays but I enjoyed my own space. But now I enjoy dancing in group. I think we must try everything 😊

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  4. This is so relatable 💯
    I hope you enjoyed the party in your own way .
    Also I appreciate your love for electrochemistry

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    1. Aarnav Gupta says:

      HHahahah. No. I never liked Electrochemistry, it was one of my weakest topics in already weak chemistry. 😂 It was mostly missing the days when I used to sit with my modules and fought until I solved them.

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  5. Sid says:

    I relate to this so much. I mean I dance and all but I purposely dance weird so that everyone knows I’m dancing weird and they don’t make it viral or whatever. It works 😂. But…. How’d it go for you though?

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    1. Aarnav Gupta says:

      Hahahahahah. 😂😂

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    2. Aarnav Gupta says:

      Initially it was awkward, but I got the hang of it. Gotta learn the steps though 😂.

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      1. Sid says:

        Well, congratulations 😂

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        1. Aarnav Gupta says:

          Yeah, thankyou! 😂

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  6. Aarnav it’s always being part of the music… one must dance the way he or she likes to dance… its letting go off all the negativity from within oneself… here in Ganpati festivals we all forget ourselves while dancing to the tunes of folk music… so dobt stand in the corner just dance…
    Hope u had a nice time… waiting to read your feelings

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    1. Aarnav Gupta says:

      Yes, I did indeed have a good time! And, I think now I get what it means to ‘forget ourselves’ while dancing.. Thankyou for stopping by! 🙂

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