Walk the Rock

A walkathon had been organised by Connecting NGO 25th July to spread awareness about suicide prevention. CYDA was also participating in the walkathon and I too jumped in at the prospect of trying out something new and I truly experienced an evening worth remembering.

The walkathon started from Dastur Girls' High School (I am an ex-student of this school) and nostalgia crept up the minute I stepped inside it's premises. We took a circuitous route from the school, passing by Victory Theatre on East Street, crossing over to M.G. Road, Aurora Towers, LandMark and then back to school.

My friend and me lead the walkathon, keeping up the tempo by shouting out slogans. It was certainly a new for me to have so many people on the street stop and stare while we were walking. People came running out of shops and a huge crowd gathered outside SGS Mall while we passed by. We sure did create awareness and I do hope the message did reach people. And speaking of shouting, by the end of the walkathon I had yet again lost my voice, reminiscent of my days in Bengaluru last year when my voice had left me for a week. Now my voice has yet again become scratchy and my throat hurts as if needles are being shoved down it.

While walking by, I met an old school-mate and she was curious regarding our initiative. I explained to her about her walkathon and got a thumbs-up from her. It feels good to be part of doing something worthwhile.


After the walkathon, a rock concert had been arranged by a band named Jet Set. They put up a terrific show and I let my hair down after nearly 7 months-the last being New Year's Eve. They played killer songs and our group did some good shaking of the leg. We danced for 3 hours non-stop and by the end of it I was all set to drop down dead.

I also met my school's Principal and it was a pleasure to speak to her again after 6 years. She was glad to see me a part of the action and I was surprised to know that she is the trustee of Connecting. What a small place after all! All in all an evening well spent notwithstanding the terrible throat ache!

Guru Purnima and Dance

Today I danced after 5 long and painful months. It was Guru Purnima and me and my friends had gone to meet our Guru. The surprise on ma'm was evident as she was not expecting us to come to class in the pouring rain but her face just lit up like a bulb.

Ma'm is a wonderful teacher and a friend. She laughs with us, keeps us in splits with her comical stories and she always has a ready ear to listen to all the woes of our life. She is a true epitome of patience. During our dance exams she works harder than anyone else to ensure that we do a good job. She has had a very calming and soothing effect on me and I'm truly grateful to her for that.

And then we danced. It was magical listening to the beats, trying to keep rhythm, getting the tala right. And even after 2 dances I didn't want to stop. I could feel my legs crying out in protest, I could feel my muscles ache and that awareness was blissful.

For me dancing would mean to push myself beyond my endurance. I would love it when I would get tired, when I would barely be able to walk, to hold myself upright after a hard session of dancing, to feel the sweat trickling off. It would make me feel light as if I were floating. The joy of out dancing the others and to show that my stamina was the best were my highs.

Dancing would make me feel refreshed after a tough and hectic day at college, the exercise would be invigorating, keep my stress levels low, help me concentrate better at studies and give me a good night's sleep.

I miss it so much and I can't wait to go back again now.