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September 12, 2018

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Millenia had turned and years had been erased. Even the mighty Earth was eroded and rebuilt. Dust had swept away the gargantuan mammoths and other deadly beasts that once prowled our homelands. Raging winds and unrestrained forces of nature that shook the soil and reigned this world when it had been young, wild and uncouth, had been tamed by the hands of time.

After long years of the Earth’s life, when the fire of youth had shied into the brink of womanhood, we humans were born – one of the youngest of the siblings, quite fresh yet, compared to the beasts and verdure that had come into existence long years before us.

Yet, with the turning currents of time, our variety and valor has grown until, as a race, we dominate the landscape that the wild forces of nature once played with. From huddled tribes that wandered the woods, fearing the fall of night and the wrath of nature, to the first proud men who had ignited a spark of hope by discovering fire, the journey of this race began. Ever since, that flame has burnished only stronger amongst us, in the form of passion, curiosity and the urge to do something. From that iconic moment when a world-changing discovery was made, we have today, a world entirely remade by the insights and discoveries of our fellow men. Together we have created a dynamic society full of possibility and colors, and freshness for tomorrow. Together, we social animals have grown and lifted up one another by sharing our own colorful expressions of dreams, insights, imagination and ideas.

But even as we progress as a society, there arises this question as to what part we play as individuals. What unique flavour do I add ? – for each of us are unique, with our own worldview and perspective and thoughts inspired by them.

In the face of this multitudinous human race and the consuming currents of time, who am I?

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For long, we, as humans have searched an identity for ourselves and a meaning for our lives. With the augmenting of time, both as a race and as individuals, we have started understanding ourselves deeper. Where once the meaning of life was curbed to mere survival, an explosion of diversity and the opening of myriad new paths has now made it possible to find a definition for ourselves in different realms.
Everyday, finer and more intricate details are being added to make this masterpiece called the ‘society’ richer. Breakthroughs in science are remodeling our livelihoods and worldviews; great thinkers and speakers are touching the world with the brilliance of their ideas, and igniting the blaze of their erudite perceptions in other minds. Social workers are injecting humanity into our civilizations by providing a voice for the voiceless and thus are mending the gaps in our culture. Artists are crafting absorbing portals that lie beyond the mundane human imagination and perception, thus inciting us to think differently.
Infinite dimensions and infinite directions have unfurled to help us find a definition; to help us grow and seek our passions, and to recreate reality – to be a part of the making of this masterpiece called ‘the society’.
Each of us have a story to enrich the world with.
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It’s beautiful how we can transcend our little lives by spreading our stories to the world, and become a part of the greater world by carving our own marks on its surface and helping in sculpting it.
Yet, while we build the world like children building careful sandcastles, the waves of time delights in unmaking what we made. Millennia turn years to dust, even the mighty Earth is eroded and rebuilt, species’ that once thrived have withered and vanished. So too, the dynamic society we so carefully create today will transform into aught else tomorrow; and the organisations and aspirations that we had toiled to make successful will crumble down to wreckage.
In the course of our lives, we learn, grow and create, but time that makes us, eventually takes us.
In the end, we are all just forgotten dancers.

Our days are numbered and we are encased in an hourglass. We wake up everyday, we eat, we try to find joy. And we work. We toil and labor with hopes of a prosperous future filled with delight;  we toil to grow ourselves and become someone who matters; we work, we struggle, but with joy, for we are making our lives better. At the end of the day, unconsciously, we find peace in feeling that ‘I exist.’
We live, so that we can live. For this life. But it is not forever. You and I will be forgotten. Then what really does matter – money? status? beauty? power? Those are clouds. None of them endure.

Then it’s time we rediscover the true meaning of our lives so that we could live a life that really matters at the end of the day.
Maybe, that could mean trying to find happiness in all that we do so that every moment counted – so that we lived this life to the fullest. Or that could mean trying to create a better life for others and helping them find a meaning in life- so that we expand from our inconsequential selves and live in the hearts of many more. Or that could mean leaving a memento for the progeny to remember us. Any answer that shields the shivering heart when the fear of mortality descends.
But in the end, let us ask ourselves – does what I do truly matter?

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The forgotten dancer is a recreation of myself; a handcrafted alter ego. When at first I had embarked on an inquest for an identity, the long odyssey inside my mind took me to her – the final identity that each of us must wear one day. We are all forgotten dancers in the end and ultimately, there is no denying that truth. But while the dance of this life lasts, what is the range of moves that could be indulged in to make this as graceful a performance as possible? The impression of this dance might not last, but while the performance is on, its reality is unquestionable – time has been fettered, the next steps are unthought of and all that matters is this moment and the grace with which it flows. All that matters is this one dance – this one life, when it is going on. In this quest to unleash the flow of life, our identities can’t be stagnant either. With time and age, we grow. From the clan of forgotten dancers, I am a seeker in search of the myriad flavours of life nestled within an eclectic array of stimuli; a seeker, fervently looking to indulge in any practice that carves me into something dense and ignites me with colors – be it art, philosophy, books or just the trail of my thoughts. To find the meaning of this life and to live it with grace and flow. To reflect upon life from different perspectives and to play with it in different ways. To see where this odyssey is leading me. To wonder abt and explore life; to live.

Let me ignite with words, this tale of a hundred years. The odyssey of a Forgotten Dancer with a seeking.

Born in a world that had borne already, hundreds of millennia that time has erased. A world that had been eroded and reshaped thousands of times. A world where the gargantuan mammoths and other deadly beasts that once prowled it now lay like lifeless dust.

When the fire of youth had been subdued and the Earth was no more a young mother, I was born. And I was, by no means, anything interesting or exceptional. Already, a long line of ancestors had left their impressions on her landscapes that once only the wild forces of nature had dared to play with. From huddled tribes that wandered the woods, fearing the fall of night and the wrath of nature, to the first proud men who had ignited a spark of hope by discovering fire, my forefathers’ journey on this world began. Ever since, that flame had burnished only stronger amongst my people, in the form of passion, curiosity and the urge to do something. From that iconic moment when a world-changing discovery was made, the world stands, today, entirely remade by the insights and discoveries of our fellow men.

breakthroughs in science are remodeling livelihoods and worldviews; great thinkers and speakers are spreading the brilliance of their ideas to igniting the blaze of their erudite perceptions in other minds. Social workers are injecting humanity into civilizations by providing a voice for the voiceless and mending the gaps in cultures. Artists are crafting absorbing portals that lie beyond the mundane human imagination and perception, inciting people to think differently. A bustling scene with myriad colors, diverse voices and infine possibilities wrestling for prominence and influencing each other.

In this scene of majestic chaos, begins this story.

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