Don't get me wrong I'm no serial killer making her confessions here. By MAD I mean Music,Art and Dance.
I'm terrible at all three. All my attempts to get even a wee bit of success in any of these have driven me MAD (insane enough to go to an asylum). I have failed to the extent of even not being able to call myself an amateur , I'm below standards even for that.All my teachers have hopelessly given up on me.
Unfortnatley not being able to do all this creative stuff has robbed me of various career options( fashion designing , interior decoration, choreography being a few of them).*sob*
My first victim was art. My adventures with art began early . I detested every single of my art and craft class, dreaded showing my paintings to my art tecaher who rejected them right away.Belive it for not I actually flunked in my drawing exam in grade five( disgusting how the education system of this country is ruining things ,art is for creative people ,not for people like me who cant't even draw a straight line.)Damn drawing , it always took away one of the top position from me in junior school ( I was pretty good that time).
I was elated and the happiest person on the earth when after grade eight ,we were not forced to pursue art .I no longer had to beleaguer my dear friends to do my drawing or paitings.But to my horror we were introduced to biology , which had awfully complex diagrams that had to be precise.My bio teacher made me slaughter every single diagram atleast ten times(huff). My biology notes are an alibi.
This is perhaps the only reason I did'nt opt for biology in eleventh grade.I still continue to be on my murder spree with bizzare potraits of friends and teachers ( I apoligise for that) when things turn dull in the classroom.
Dance is my second victim.I never took any formal classes for that though(that saved a lot of dance tutors from harrassing sessions of eccentric dancing) . Secret harebrained dancing binges in my room are pretty frequent.Otherwise publicly the most dancing I do is at weddings after insitence by pestering relatives and friends.Even on weddings I don't stay on the dance floor for more than two minutes.They think I'm shy, but folks I don't want to expose my lunatic dance moves in full public view, I'd rather run a mile.I just don't get this thing Why people dance like they are freed prisoners from the jail of pakisan in parties and weddings . Do they like showing off their repulsive dancing?
My most beloved deceased is the music.I definetly enjoy and appreciate good music but when it comes to me singing, I am as good as croaking toad.When I sing music is not the only victim my poor friends are harrased by my vocal cords too , many of them beleive I'm fit enough to seek alms on the city roads ( have you heard those misreable beggars ?)
I even dabbled with guitar long time back , but could'nt recongnise even one of the cords ( those g-minor, g-major thingys) after six long months of practice.I discontinued those classes before my tutor could humiliate and throw me out.My brother thinks I'm one of the singers who make Anu Malik go nuts on Idian Idol auditions.
I don't care what everyone says I still love my BESURA singing, and now I break into freestyle dancing while singing(screaming) Hot and cold by Katy Perry , obviouly the dance show is just for me!!!!!!
