Black sheep or the dark Horse...(Part II)

(…to be continued from before)
The huge volumes of All India Reporters never used to fascinate him, just like it used to be for Shiraz. He never spent time on internet in searching for UK and US Universities for post graduation like Niyati. He hardly had thought about working like Diksha and Sukant. This was because, his mind was somewhere else. His heart throbbed for something else. He was passionate about just one thing- Dance, Dance and only Dance

How badly he wanted to be a choreographer, and how badly his parents wanted him to do something ‘academic’. How badly he wanted to learn jazz, jive, salsa, swing, ballroom dance and how badly his parents told him to devote atleast 10 hours daily for 12th class boards and law entrance exams thereafter. They told him, “You already are a magnificent dancer, everybody knows that. What needs to be learnt now?”

All he knew was free style, without any professional help. His grandmother told him once… “When you were not even a year old, your father noticed that while walking wobbly, you had certain rhythm in your walk. Your inclination towards music, dancers on TV was soon evident to the members of the family, and then came your kindergarten when we saw you dance in annual function…”. His mother did cry seeing her tender son performing on ‘Betty had a little flower, wind took it away…may she get her flower back, so let us all pray.’

Since then there was no turning back for Dikshit. He had been dancing in every event of school. A handy performer for everyone in school, he was sometimes teased by the name of ‘item boy’, but he never felt odd, because he was doing what he wished for. His parents told him that there was lot of difference between his dreams and aims. Life can only be run on the aims a person has. May be he was mentally prepared to do something ‘academic’ and that was the reason he managed being efficient in school. He bagged many scholarly achievements. May be they weren’t his achievements then, but certain temporary boosts of apparent happiness that prolonged his actual deep down desire making his dream of dancing dormant but not dead, numb but not missing, sedentary but yet noticeable.

He wanted to be a professional choreographer but his school does not provide education in the field of dance, or to call it broadly, performing arts. His parents did not allow him to join that course as there were only jobless people in that stream and ultimately he wouldn’t be benefited. So he chose to do law. And now here he is, four years of college life has passed and still Dikshit doesn’t know if he still wants to be an advocate or not. What if Shiamak Davar or Ashley Lobo is invited to his college in the fest and they spot him. What if some day he runs away to Mumbai to be one among those choreographers who are attached with reality shows! What if he gets a chance through ‘Nach Baliye’, ‘Jhalak Dikhlaja’ or some similar platform!!
Was he thinking right? Wouldn’t he rob his parents of all the hopes they have pinned on him? Would any of his friends be of any help to him? How will he manage, if at all, he wants to pursue this?
(to be continued)………