Passion. No, get your dirty head out of the bedroom. I’m simply talking about your passion in life!
It’s a very difficult question, don’t you think? At least for me, it is. Passion is something you are obsessive enough to pursue. It is not at a moderate level that you can categorize as your hobby. For example, I love cooking. But in the next five years, do I see myself as the head Chef at Gordan Ramsay’s restaurant? Probably not. I love my job. But no, I do not see myself as the CEO of the Multi National Company that I am employed with.
Passion is something that makes you come alive. When someone asks you what you are passionate about, it is easy to answer that you do not know. I for instance did not actually know what I am passionate about. I gave it a thought. Like, this whole day. Since dawn when I saw this prompt to write about, these little ideas started eating my brain. I strongly believe that passion is something you cultivate, maybe right from your childhood days. Unless you are willing to try something new, you are never going to find out what you are so ardently in love with.
My Mom firmly believes that I started dancing right from the time when I was in her womb. Literally. She has got enough and more ‘baby kicks’ from me that she had to think it was a boy who was playing football inside her. They were so proud of me and I still remember my Mom’s happy tears and my Dad’s tight hug after they watched me perform for the Bollywood number Dola Re. I was just a teenager! How I wish, I had a copy of my performance to watch it now! I am a trained classical dancer, of fifteen years. Have a look at me now and you are not going to believe!
Now, that’s the sad part. As life came in my way, through college, career, marriage and all that is related, I stopped dancing. Just like that. There is no excuse whatsoever. And the funny part, my husband has never seen me dance. Other than maybe, shaking a leg during some parties. But, if I have to say how passionate I am on dancing, I will say I choreograph each and every song on my playlist in my head. Yes, I do that. Break my heart. My instant reaction will be to put on some music and dance it out. Yeah, even before shedding a drop of tear. Weird! Sounds like me.
I know that I am not doing anything to follow my passion. I wish I had the strength to do that. Blame it on my horrific reason of me being bulky. Yeah, inhibitions. I’m good at that.
Anyway, if I have to define myself, it would be something like this:
More comforting than friends, more passionate than a lover, soothing than music, precious than diamonds, brighter than sunlight, deeper than the oceans…
P.S: This is the only video I have of me dancing in my college days. An impromptu! Wish I had something good enough, like my classical dance performance to flaunt. 🙁 🙁
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Also, to the #blogtemberchallenge: Sept. 4: What are you passionate about?
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