The Day I danced to Chammak Challo.

There- that was something I never thought I would say 🙂 Especially since the only reason I even knew of the song was because Brat would go on about on Facebook. There is a first time for everything, they say, and I have come to realize that ‘they’ are right 🙂

So how did it come about, you ask? Well, remember my non-existent exercise routine? The one that used to involve the coat rack, in it’s previous avatar as the cross trainer? After the non-use of the cross trainer, I convinced husband that I needed to get the Wii Fit. Saritha had asked me what the Wii Fit was. It is supposed to be a video fitness routine, in which you can do a variety of exercises. Real good – if you used it. I used to use it regularly for a while, then as usual, the novelty wore off, and I got lazy. Right now, it just graces our living room. On the rare occasion that I do switch it on, it shames me by reminding me that ‘It has been 376 days since our last work out’! As if I needed to know that! But it is cute, once it asked me how husband was doing, I selected ‘Fatter than before’ and it says,’ Oh! Lets keep that between us, shall we?’ 🙂

The only thing I do regularly was walk. I try to walk regularly – unless the weather was extremely bad. Last February, a friend of mine told me about a Zumba session near by. It was on a Saturday. I went for one class, loved it! Loved the way, muscles I did not know existed, complained about the unexpected activity. But! There is always a ‘but’, in my exercise history, I have come to realize. The ‘but’ this time was daughter’s swimming lessons. The only slot available was on Saturday mornings. Now, swimming is far more essential than Zumba, so that was the end of it. Some of my friends still went – on and off. But that was the end of it for me.

This last December, one of the mums I met at Daughter’s Bharatanatyam class mentioned that there was a Zumba class at a place quite close to where I live. December felt like the wrong time to start something like this. I knew that that the two week break would throw away whatever good that one class would have done.

Finally schools reopened, and I got my freedom back. Along with a friend, I decided that I had to get back in shape. All the food that had been ingested, would take more than a few walks to walk off. Zumba was the only option.

And today, we danced to Chammak Challo in the class 🙂 Thanks to my FB education, I was able to identify at least one song in the whole routine 🙂 That convinces me, FB is not all bad 🙂

Just because some things have to be recorded…

Last Saturday was daughter’s first ever performance on stage. She had been taking Bharatanatyam lessons for the last six months, and when we got to know that they would have a chance to take part in a performance, we were totally excited!

Things, however, started to go wrong right from mid week. Husband and I had taken turns at the flu, and had just heaved a sigh of relief when both of us recovered, without daughter catching it from us. Well,  we assumed too soon. Tuesday evening, she came down with a high fever. She had a school trip scheduled on Friday, and the big dance on Saturday. All the poor thing was wanted was to recover so that she could attend both. She stayed home on Wednesday and Thursday.

For two days, her fever showed no signs of abating. Just when I would think that she was recovering, her temperature would soar. Finally on Thursday night, her fever subsided completely, and she was fit as a fiddle on Friday morning. That of course complicated things further, because her school trip was quite a long trip, and she had her dance class in the evening, and I wasn’t sure if I should let her exert herself, especially, as she was just recovering. Finally I decided to let her go, as she was feeling so much better.

Her normal school hours are till 3:30, but that day, because of the trip, we were to pick her up at 4:15 instead. Her dance class was supposed to start at 5. So we would have to rush from school to the dance class to reach there on time. You know when things go wrong, they go all the way? The coach got stuck in traffic, and it was almost 5, when I finally managed to pick her up and load her into the car. It was 5:20 or so by the time we reached the dance class. We had no option of missing it because we had not showed the dance teacher the costumes. The older children’s costumes had been sourced by the dance teacher, but for the younger children, we had been asked to get any ‘pattu pavada’ that we had. And this was the first and last chance to show her the costumes and get her approval.

Finally we reached, got the clothes sorted, jewellary sorted, got the children to practise, and all that was left was to hope for the best.

Saturday dawned nice and bright. I had my whole day mapped out. We ran through one thing after the other, and managed to reach the venue at the time specified. No sooner had we entered, than the children where whisked off for some stage rehearsals. It was a proper stage, and they wanted the children to be comfortable before performing in front of the live audience. All of us mums, were told to stay away. That was when I realized that daughter had no clue which bag contained her snacks. We had packed snacks because we had a four hour wait, and that also was dinner time for most of kids. But they had this rule to keep away the parents, and it was certainly not the nicest thing – atleast not for us parents. Not knowing whether they needed anything, whether they needed help with their clothes.. It was nervewracking – that wait.

Finally, it was 7, time for the show to start. Our kids’ performance was scheduled at 8. The show was a community dance show, where several troupes were to perform. All the performances were just great! It was only when the show started, that I realized that it was a proper stage, and a proper auditorium, and there were so many different performances. One of the performances was by disabled/mentally challenged people, and I thought that it was the most moving performance I ever saw.

After a spate of performances, it was time for what we were waiting for. The kids lined up, and danced. Danced as if they had been doing this forever. Even the little, little ones, danced so well! To be honest, I had eyes just for daughter. I couldn’t believe it. Eyes welled up, chest puffed up with pride..Is that confident little girl on stage, my little girl?  All I wanted to do was capture the moment forever, and ever. We were not allowed cameras to take pictures or videos, but I suspect that those moments, will stay with us forever.

And for me, the best part was when they came back on stage to take a bow, and she saw us, in the audience, and waved at us 🙂 What joy!

What more can a mum ask for?