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Dance..💃

Dance is a lovely art, that helps to communicate the inner feelings in an artistic way and it is been one of the most fascinating art that created histories..  

This blog is on my dance experience!

After reading,Dance is one of my favorite extracurricular activities. 

As a kid, I was good at dance. I cannot remember my school day’s function without my dance & skit performance, Indeed, I was trained on Bharathnatyam unofficially by my school teachers. For one of the year, they even hired dance master to train us for  the school events. Lucky us! Sometimes, we used to replicate dance steps as per the film choreography. Some of the songs i have performed on the basis are Nadha Vinodhangal, laalaku dole etc...  

Those days, I was performing as per the dance teachers expectation. I hardly had the understanding of the song words.  The costumes are quite funnier and make ups were made to match up those days definitions of art.. And , before the school function there will be constant rush to arrange costume and make up sets. The light settings on the stage is hard to get through. we cannot face the audience because of the lightings. 

However, Dance not only made me popular in school, even in village.  The greatest achievement is the stitches under my jaw. it become birthmark for my certificates..

If I remember the songs that I danced in school days are: 

Starting with

  • Roja malare rajakumari
  • Marainthu irunthu parkum marum enna
  •  Attama therottama       
  •  Aavaram poovai thottu
  • Oho Megam Vandhadho
  • Maariyama maariyama
  • Chinna Raasave
  • laalaku dole (suriyan movie)
  • Vanthenda Paalkaran
  • Nadha Vinodhangal
  • Usilampatti Penkutti
  • Om Nama Shivaya
  • Saathu Nada Satathu

Few songs and skits (shakespher skit) I forgot.. Still not bad.. Great memory, Saritha.. keep it up!!. 😊

I even choregraphed my sister song for a village festival, i.e. "megam karukuthu minnal adikuthu". She was awarded for that.. hehe.. Hers & my, achievement !! My sister got a good village folk style dancing.

But after certain age, dance become indoor activity. Society limitations and expectation never allowed me to step out again as a dancer in stage..But slowly it started changing when I started defining rules for myself on my own.. 

Nowadays, I do dance but not at the same energy.. I have fans in my office too by dancing in garba.. :-)

And in family , whenever we get together there would be dance performance that makes always us younger...

Umm.. thats a lot of self -appreciation :-).. Haha..



Saritha Subramanian

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