Juneflower - Dirty Dancing?

There are times when I have an urge to write but am stifled with work.
This moment – I am being stifled by the urge itself. So here goes a random post.



It was the first mess party at IIMK. I had not even bothered to stay up. My motto those days was “Surabhi and dance? No-no-no-no-no”. I was swept into a dream – about the last time I ever danced. That was around 8 years ago from that point in time. I was still wondering in my trance – why had I stopped dancing abruptly? Who had bunged my innate desire? Nobody had ridiculed me. Nobody had said a word. But I had built a fort around myself for absolutely no reason. I was portraying someone I was not.

While I was still lost in my dream and trying to find the answers, I was woken up by a knock on the door. Seconds later came another. And then another. The knocks had turned into intense bangs. I finally managed to trot up to the door. I was still feeling hazy. When I opened the door, I found Dheeraj, Ravi and Qaynat. They were apparently trying to haul me along for the dance. At first I refused to come. But they just would not listen. Then I told them I would accompany them but would not dance. Not at any cost. I hesitantly went to the mess in the firm grip of the determined trio. I was welcomed by the smell of booze and smoke of cigarettes. I was saying to myself – “How the hell can people dance in a place like this?” Then slowly I was enticed – by the dance floor and the music. It was pretty dark – and nobody seemed to be looking. So I said to myself – “I will try my hand (or feet) at dancing anyway”. So I let my body flow with the music. And within seconds I had rediscovered my passion. I was dancing like a pro and nobody except my own fatigue would stop me!

There was no looking back after that. I was a common factor at almost every mess party. And the Taj parties. Any occasion where I could shake a leg. I still remember – Ravi and I had the last dance at the farewell party we gave our seniors. We were the last ones to leave the dance floor.

Then came salsa, merengue and jiving classes which I enjoyed immensely. No, no. Latino dances are not kinky. They are superbly graceful and great fun to perform.

My motto is now – “Dance till you fall and cannot rise at all” :). Did someone just say there’s a party around the corner?