Dance-Frenzy

I am no Basanti.. There is no Gabbar threatening... No shattered glass and definitely no Jai or Veeru and this is no Sholay.. this is not you who is reading and not me who has written.. Then what is this about..**scratches her head in irritation and resumes** The sole point of similarity in the scene and me, happens to be the song that follows. When Hema Malini sings and dances, actually it's Lata singing and Hema dancing, my li'l heart flutters to the lyrics... "Haan, Jab Tak Hai Jaan, Jaane Jahaan, Main Naachungi". I cannot help wondering about the lyricist who wrote this song. I would have said Anand Bakshi had actually read my mind even before I was born. Now, is there a law to sue plagiarists who steal thoughts of the unborn? There should be.. Damn.. I don't even have any lawyer friends..

It is indeed true that I cannot control myself dancing when I listen to some peppy music. The location somehow doesn't seem to matter. Take my kitchen for example.. The blowing of the pressure cooker whistle, or the sound of veggies being cut or the act of mixing atta.. everything seems like music to me.. Even silence has it's own kind of music. What I mean to say is that I do not need any excuse to dance:) I just like to dance.. all the time.. People think I am crazy.. but heck! who isn't? They just don't admit it, that's all..

Well all this impulsive dancing does get me into trouble sometimes. Apart from embarassing family and friends who think dancing in public nothing short of a sin, I did have a very weird experience once. Not that this incident stopped me from dancing but it certainly did increase my confidence in my dance skills;)

It was a Friday evening and following the usual Friday routine, I went to an Indian Grocery store in West San Jose to pick up some DVD's and samosa's. They usually play music and I was looking at the DVD's and was generally grooving to the beats, when this guy suddenly comes up and stares at me and then goes. It looked like he was making an attempt to talk to me. I didn't want to make his job any easier so I just ignored him:) At the checkout counter, I was still dancing and I carried my grocery bags and put in in my car. I started the TL(Acura.. our first car) and reversed it to get out of the parking space. Then I was driving out of the complex, when suddenly this guy from the store startes following me in his BMW. Once on the road, he comes in a lane next to me and makes some frantic gestures. I was scared and thought that I might have hit his car or something. I knew I hadn't but that guy kept asking me to pull over to the side. And I eventually did. Then he comes to me, and says 'I don't want to stalk you or sth but I would like to go to dance with you tomorrow night. I saw you dancing in the store and you dance very well.' Then he hands me his phone number and walks away. I never called him nor had any intention but that was a close call;)

I am not a pub or disco person. I went to a disco only once in SFO and decided it was the last as well. I wanted to see what it is like and hubby wouldn't come. So I went with a very close friend of mine(You-Know-Who)! And it was a horrible experience. Never saw those many drunk perverts at one place.. Couldn't wait to get out of there. What I do like is dancing with friends and family. And of course after we returned to India, I started my dance school in my community.. Had to stop once I started working but we do keep meeting and dancing in the clubhouse, every now and then. It is a great stress reliever and workout as well. All worries go away when I dance.

When Appu asked me to write about Dance, I promised her that would be my next topic and so this one's for you Appu Darling!! Oh God! I see the scroll bar appearing much smaller and before the blogger people decide to banish me for over-writing, I will stop!!