The Bengalis sure know how to dance. Back home we used to have dances at the Club, where with each number being belted out either by a live orchestra or recorded music, we did see some exciting moves but nothing like the ones over here.
In a wedding reception, with Kajra re kajra booming in the background, Mr. X suddenly started flapping his arms like a seagull. It looked like he was all set to fly over the chandeliers. Mrs. X grabbed his arm ….. swaying her sari draped hips … and placing the index and middle fingers of both palms shaped in a "V" next to her eyes. Not to be outdone the cute Mr. and Mrs. Y pushed themselves into the center of the crowd jumping like pogo sticks. It was time to show off the salsa lessons diligently taken for the last six months.
In a wedding reception, with Kajra re kajra booming in the background, Mr. X suddenly started flapping his arms like a seagull. It looked like he was all set to fly over the chandeliers. Mrs. X grabbed his arm ….. swaying her sari draped hips … and placing the index and middle fingers of both palms shaped in a "V" next to her eyes. Not to be outdone the cute Mr. and Mrs. Y pushed themselves into the center of the crowd jumping like pogo sticks. It was time to show off the salsa lessons diligently taken for the last six months.
My husband Mr. R, a Delhite by birth, switched to Bhangra moves. He accidentally kicked a couple of people on the shin and I just lost part of a freshly pedicured nail. As the music switched to a gentle romantic number, Mr. Z grabbed Mrs. Z, trying to pull her into a waltz and nearly suffocating the lady to death! And when the DJ started Dhoom Machale Dhoom, Oh boy, all hell broke loose. People were gyrating all over the place, the American guests joining in with mucho gusto, and the cute Mr. and Mrs. Y doing karate chops in thin air which fortunately did not land on anyone. The Bengalis were on the go, a kaleidoscope of colors furiously pacing the floor.
Touch me don’t touch me don’t touch me soniyaa
Touch me don’t touch me don’t touch me soniyaa
Mr. X was poking his wife on and off, trying to keep up with the lyrics...
Sexy lady on the floor
He’ll be coming back for more……
Mr. Y was swaying as he advanced towards his wife like a panther in slow motion.
The Macarena, the Electric Slide, Cotton Eyed Joe, fast paced Spanish numbers, Punjabi songs …. we danced to one and all. The numbers were given life with improvised unprecedented moves. During the Macarena, the enthusiastic ones in the crowd were slapping themselves all over as if to purge something from within; and the Electric Slide inspired some to march sideways and then forward and backward. The crowd just needed uniforms and a flag!
Hurrah hurrah we bring the jubilee
Hurrah Hurrah the flag that makes you free….
Yeah, the party was a good one! Everyone got to show their moves, lost some calories, nice food and drinks, the bride and groom were spectacular …… Ciao till the next one. Just avoid the waltz, Beethoven would have refused to compose music for such surreal acrobatics. By the way, classes in Latin dancing might help, try the tango………don't pass up on the chance to trip a fellow Bengali!
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