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Category: epiphany

  • The paradox of the spirit.

    Prathima ek naatak—is a lovely play that I was part of.  The play opens with a poem by Vishnu Gawas, about  the symbolic journey from one to zero, at zero, the protagonist realizes, Shunya,  “me shunya, te suddha shunya,” the entire concept of purnam adam, purnam idam is discussed. As I was choreographing this, it…

  • Saying yes to the Universe.

    Saying yes to the Universe. Sometimes in accepting things that come our way I think we are saying yes to the universe and it delivers exactly what our soul wants. Sometimes these are very small things, like a gift that someone gives us, we say no. But it was a gift from the universe, we…

  • Being as naked…

    Being naked as the day you were born… Each time Navarathri approaches I take a quick walk into my childhood holidays, going to Belmaar my mother’s village. I remember Paramadodappa my granduncle wearing a thong and working in the field alongside his farmhands, he would work and lead them. Evenings he would play cards by…

  • Finding the place where you belong.

    There was this phase in my life, when I was intensely into my clinic and my home. Even those days I did read and practise my dance. Then came a phase when I balanced between my dance and clinic, I call this my rajasic phase I did lot of choreography got acknowledged for what ever…

  • Revenge Getting Even—a different approach to anger.

    In the Prince of Thorns  Mark Lawrence writes “Tell me, tutor” I said.”Is revenge a science or an art?” Well ever wondered what it is? Actually I have. like moments of kneading the dough always seems to find events that elicit revenge. Pounding the dough somehow seem to release the anger. There are times when…

  • Embracing My Muse

    Embracing my muse. There are some figures that I feel compelled to create, there seems a strange  kind of reassurance in it. It was not human, at all, but definite geometric shapes. But when blocked as I worked through it there would be redemption from whatever bothered me.  only when I looked at the work…