It all started in 2003, when I attended an ethnic dance performance at the Scottish Rite Temple in New Orleans.  While I waited for a bellydance routine to begin, several gorgeously costumed and bejewelled dancers glided onto the stage.  Then the ta-ka-dhi-mi rhythm began, accentuated by their stamping feet.  I was stunned by the exquisite beauty of the dance, and the complex music – none of which I’d ever seen nor heard before.  I thought what is this, and what do I have to do to learn it?  I almost stumbled over myself after the show as I looked for the dancers and their teacher.  I noticed a tall young lady in the middle of them who was not costumed, but wore a lovely Indian dress which I didn’t realize at the time as a sari.  I was surprised to learn that this person was their teacher – she looked like a student herself.  I was too shy to ask if I could learn, but I later found out her email address and translated in my best King’s English what is this, and what do I have to do to learn it?  The most I remember of my first class is that I was the only one there, and I couldn’t walk properly for about a month after.  Six years later, despite natural disasters like hurricanes, often being the only non-Indian student, often being the oldest student, I am still learning and am still stunned by the exquisite beauty of the dance.  It is my closest link to the Divine.

Guru ji and me

Varnam

Bharatanatyam Dancers

Bharatanatyam Dancers

Guru ji & Little Siya