- My hands automatically move on any surface as if I am playing the pandeiro or Djembe
- I say 'obrigada' and 'ola' to random people at work
- I respond to any sounds that's phonetic to 'Gata'
- I check the internet for Capoeira updates, videos and pictures during crucial meetings
- I start believing that a quixada or compasso can fix any arrogant fool @ work or elsewhere
- All I do is talk about my class like it's the ONLY coolest thing on this planet
- I subconsciously look down on those not in capoeira and imagine they are missing out on something great (that's just plain wrong thought process)
- All exclamations are 'whoopaaa' (my colleagues thought I had lost it)
- My phone wall paper, ring tone, DP all is capoeiracentric
- All birthday celebrations feel strange to me because I start singing 'parabens pra voce'
- I listen to capoeira music on my ipod and have the expression of attaining Nirvana when probably those around me think it's time for my next psychiatric evaluation
- I tell people I am a capoeirista and expect them to understand what that means. The failure of which makes me roll my eyes as if it calls for "Duh don't you know"
- I disregard all other forms of physical activities, the gym and any other martial arts cuz capoeira is simply at its wholesome best
- I consider myself a world musician and expect people to understand when I say 'yes I play berimbau, atabaque, pandeiro, agogo, caxixi.'
- I start asking people for their apelidos and completely loose the concept of remembering and referring to people by their real names
- When I come across a plan, a place, a holiday spot, a show or any damn thing all I can think of is whom to invite from class or to go with
- My idea of redecoration and renovation turns into a capoeira design project (something my dad totally disapproves of)
- Must must have yellow and green colors around me.
- I start beaming at the Brazilian flag as if I were a citizen of that country
- Suddenly I have total identity crisis and think I am a Brazilian trapped in an Indian body
- My clothes are all about comfortable tracks, t-shirts, vests, tanks and anything I can wear to class and back home
- Capoeira clothes take precedence over all other clothes when it comes to laundry
- I cease beautifying myself or even bothering with a pedicure/ manicure cuz hell it's no use..
- When headwraps are the new hair accessories
- I like beer and guzzle it and often opt for beer over any other drink
- I have had more barbequed chicken than anyone else in my circle
- I spend more time in Khar-Bandra area than my own residential area or work place
- I time my meetings, appointments, schedules, travels, holidays and everything else around capoeira class, rodas and trips
- I visited Israel under the pretext of Capoeira and now am in love with the country. Seriously guys Israel never features on people's top 10 holiday destinations
- I actually save up like a child with a piggy-bank for Brazil trip sometime soon
- I am the new priest of Capoeira - all I do is talk and preach capoeira
- I climb 4 floors to SS Sahney (capoeira class) with a nearly damaged leg covered in leg braces balancing on a pair of crutches I am unsure of myself on. But I refused to walk 2 steps in the hospital corridor next to my bed.
- While setting a password I always think of capoeira or Portuguese words…
- My husband/ boyfriend/ lifepartner should UNDERSTAND the relevance of capoeira in my life else.. There's the door buddy
- Every time I see sufficient space or open space I imagine how apt it would be for a roda
- Every time I see a wall I feel like a handstand
- Climbing stairs is not an issue at all (not like it was an issue before)
- I start imagining apelidos for random people and laugh in my head if the apelido is not in good taste
- My shopping list HAS to have some reference or item related to capoeira
- Rickshaw fares and bus fares as calculated only to and fro from class.
- When people ask me now "Are you free on weekends" I have a "Nope" ready for them
- Carter Road = Chico's/ Zorro's/ roda
- Injuries and cuts and bruises to my hands are more from the instruments than any kitchen work
- Capoeira class is the only place or time when I hug and appreciate and/ or love the people who injure me or take me down (Disclaimer: Not everyone fits in this category)
- All my friends apart from CDO India think that Priyankka Gata Dutta is my married name (LOL)
- Suddenly I KNOW more people who are constantly in the media glare, on TV, in the papers, page 3, own high-end business' etc (quite an extraordinary luxury)
- Brazilian Portuguese is the 3rd standard dictionary set up in my system
- All my dance moves now concentrate only on lower body parts *rolling eyes*
- I hate the BRU coffee ads which apparently feature 'Brazilian culture' and Capoeira-like attempt
- I have graduated from Bathroom singer to singing loudly and shamelessly in the roda with least concern to the nearby listener's auditory senses
- I dare to wear white pants irrespective of how much luxury it ads to my expanding waistline
- I see wool - I see cordao
- Everyone who is a capoeirista is by default my friend.
- When I travel I 1st look for capoeira school
- I pay more attention now to my derriere when I am buying trousers or denim *rolling eyes twice over*
- My monthly budget includes capoeira related expenditure
- Capoeira is NEVER an option. It's a OBSESSIVE COMPULSIVE NEED for me
- I start seeing my CDO Family members in everyday objects, characters and visuals e.g. captain - capitaõ; monkey - macaco; popeye the sailor man - apunchya popeye n so on
- I have turned into a feline - only thing left to do is groom myself like a cat and eat like a cat (not gonna happen)
- My consumption of milk and fish has tripled from an already voracious appetite of both
- I am writing this article for my blog on CAPOEIRA yet again..
Haha well said
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