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.

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