Category: Arouz

  • Graphite loons ay mah life.

    Graphite loons ay mah life.

    The prompt of the week – if my life had a background score which songs and music will be in it.. When I read this prompt without reflecting, the first thing that came to me was, then https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NXQ9pvy024c   I realized this was my comfort song, something that helps me cross the stream. To me a…

  • Disapproval

    Disapproval

    Does this dress look good? I think LBG relationship is okay… but what will people say… So many variations of this, I have harboured this for god knows how long. I did apparently rebel but at my honest moments I had accept that I found it difficult to handle disapproval. I knew not everybody will…

  • As the birds fly.

    Travelling companions, This is something that happened when I was choreographing for Swapna Vasavadutta. There is a particular dialogue where King Udayan looks at the flying birds and comments on their formation and companionship. To choreograph this, I had to observe the flight patterns of the birds. The birds I realized exuded beauty and serenity…

  • Beyond the physical

    Beyond the physical Beings of light. when a colleague of mine Geeta was researching on the Yuga- she wanted to create a narrative round it. She would go read through lot material particularly from Sri Aurobindo. He was talking about the four Yuga’s the satyuga where the light in us or the connect to the…

  • International Widow Day

    Home they brought her warrior dead: She nor swooned, nor uttered cry: All her maidens, watching, said, ‘She must weep or she will die.’ Then they praised him, soft and low, Called him worthy to be loved, Truest friend and noblest foe; Yet she neither spoke nor moved. Stole a maiden from her place, Lightly…

  • Stuck in the mud…

    Stuck in the mud…

    When I was with the women’s cell and all through my practise I noticed that people stay stuck the place that they are in was actually pretty bad, yet they stayed stuck where they were. Actually the fear they harboured was the fear of moving on. The pain was something familiar and it was the…