Even as a child, I was always referred to as the ‘drama queen’ of the house. A mixture of various reasons resulted in my family giving me that title. I was and still am the person who is never taken seriously. I am like the shepherd boy of the story who used to shout out for help for no reason and was finally killed by a wolf as the villagers refused to heed his cry for help. No, while I just cited a story about a liar, I am not one myself. I simply have a habit of displaying my emotions in an exaggerated manner. That’s it!
What I did at home was easy, but I was a terrible actor on stage. My horrible performance in my first school play persuaded my parents to persuade me to drop the plan of even sending my application to the National School of Drama. I still remember the night when I listened to them with big tears in my eyes. They consoled me by saying that I was meant for bigger things. Yeah, why not?
What I did at home was easy, but I was a terrible actor on stage. My horrible performance in my first school play persuaded my parents to persuade me to drop the plan of even sending my application to the National School of Drama. I still remember the night when I listened to them with big tears in my eyes. They consoled me by saying that I was meant for bigger things. Yeah, why not?
My long cherished dream had come to an abrupt end and I didn’t know how to pass time after that. So my parents got me enrolled in the best dance institute in Delhi. And wasn’t I so good at it? Believe me, I was the star of the class. My instructor often asked me to do a solo or go dance in front. I even pursued professional dancing for 3 years before I changed my career path and found a job with a great work profile in an equally great organization. While I experience the joy of dancing just twice a week now, I would never forget how dance has made me who I am today. The dancer in me is still as alive as ever because as they say it- once a dancer, always a dancer!