“Ow!” The kid shouted and gave a Michael Jackson pose. He was a small boy of about 10, dressed in an old, scruffy school uniform. He was running about on the rocks which stand between Marine Drive and the sea, jumping from one rock to the other in a homely way, as if those feet have jumped about on those rocks since eternity, and can never falter. After every few rocks he would stop, change a song on his (probably fake) iPod Shuffle, and dance the ‘Michael Jackson Dance’ on it.
He was undeniably an expert at that, never missing a single beat. We were mesmerised by his perfection - the way he moved as if that dance and that song ran through his veins. Suddenly, he realised that many people had begun to notice him, and were actually staring at him with open mouths. He ran away like a timid bunny, his feet hopping from rock to rock till he was nowhere to be seen.
Later, we found out that this kid actually comes there every single day, but usually late at night, when there is almost no crowd, owing probably to his shyness. In fact, he has a partner too. They both dance exceptionally well, in perfect synchronisation. The next big news? There’s a whole group of them. Actors, dancers, singers - the whole lot. These kids come there every night and practice, getting better each day, spreading happiness in their own tiny little lives.
We were talking about how these tiny lives with huge talents go unnoticed, how their lives could be so much better if they could showcase it on some kind of a platform. We realised though, that they’re much happier the way they are. They’re satisfied with themselves, they have nothing to lose, which might also be the reason why they’re not scared to jump off those scary rocks and cliffs.
Whatever they do, they do for themselves, and no one controls them but themselves. They have a certain innocence on their faces, yet not the kind that comes with naivety. They are happy, and they exuberate happiness. It really makes you think, how futile our wants are, how much we expect.
For if you truly want to dance, you don’t need a floor.
-RT
He was undeniably an expert at that, never missing a single beat. We were mesmerised by his perfection - the way he moved as if that dance and that song ran through his veins. Suddenly, he realised that many people had begun to notice him, and were actually staring at him with open mouths. He ran away like a timid bunny, his feet hopping from rock to rock till he was nowhere to be seen.
Later, we found out that this kid actually comes there every single day, but usually late at night, when there is almost no crowd, owing probably to his shyness. In fact, he has a partner too. They both dance exceptionally well, in perfect synchronisation. The next big news? There’s a whole group of them. Actors, dancers, singers - the whole lot. These kids come there every night and practice, getting better each day, spreading happiness in their own tiny little lives.
We were talking about how these tiny lives with huge talents go unnoticed, how their lives could be so much better if they could showcase it on some kind of a platform. We realised though, that they’re much happier the way they are. They’re satisfied with themselves, they have nothing to lose, which might also be the reason why they’re not scared to jump off those scary rocks and cliffs.
Whatever they do, they do for themselves, and no one controls them but themselves. They have a certain innocence on their faces, yet not the kind that comes with naivety. They are happy, and they exuberate happiness. It really makes you think, how futile our wants are, how much we expect.
For if you truly want to dance, you don’t need a floor.
-RT