Dance

I was planning to join Salsa classes being conducted at "Swingers" in Indira Nagar. One of my friends told me that a good number of girls have joined these days and there won't be any problem in getting a partner. Since Swingers was a crowded place and a bit expensive too, we thought we shall avail the discount elsewhere, where the skill called 'Dance' was taught.

So, I along with my roommate went to a place named 'Naach Meri Jaan'. The reception was very impressive with only 2 chairs on which you would not like to sit. It seemed like the people were damn busy there due to which they didn't have time to arrange the things at the reception properly. We were waiting at the reception when a lady came and asked how can she help us? We told her that we are interested in joining classes at, but would like to have a look at some ongoing class first. She led us to the classroom. It was a small room of the size of say, a typical Indian kitchen. The bearded instructor, sporting a bulky fat ass and a paunch, appeared more like a ‘desi tapori’. The class comprised of three females .By the time we were wondering whether this is really a dance class or just some "marriage dance troupe", the instructor burst to the tunes of "Kab Tak Jawani Chupaaogi Rani" into a full throttle high energy hip gyration ,the vulgarity of which could have ashamed our ‘Mamta Kulkarni’, or perhaps even ‘Rakhi Sawant.’ He then shouted at his students "Come On, All of U, and DANCE". The females joined him, while staring at us with a stupid grin.

Next he thundered at us "Come On, YOU TOO!!"

"Ya ..umm…Give us a minute sir.. ", so saying, we fled down the stair cases of the dance studio, never turning our head back till we were finally on the main road.

'Naach Meri Jaan' was a bad enough experience for us .So we straightaway joined the Salsa Class at Swingers. The instructor asked us to start from the next weekend. With a resolve to leave a memorable "first impression" on all the females there with my "salsa knowledge", I spent the entire next week, researching about salsa on Google and joined all the possible communities related to dance on Orkut.

Finally, the day came when we had to attend the first class. It was bright sunny day. I and Ravi (my roommate) were in hurry to reach the place where the salsa classes had to be conducted. A fresh batch had started that day and the first class was an introductory class. The Girls and Boys were separated from each other and in the next few minutes the two groups were facing each other. The protocol was that when the instructor blows the whistle the boys and the girls have to decide their dance partners. I was eying some beautiful faces and had made a”priority queue” in my mind. As soon as the whistle was blown all the boys showed amazing agility and before I could even accumulate the courage to approach any of the girls, in frenzy, all the couples were formed, leaving me and Ravi as the only same sex couples. Salsa dancing with a guy for the next one hour was the most horrible experience of my life.

Weeks passed, and we spent the next few classes dancing with the instructor (who was a female fortunately). One day, one of the girls partner could not come. So, I asked her to dance with me. We had to follow a dance step in which I had to hold the girl on her waist and the girl had to hold my shoulders. I had to lift the girl. The girl was very shy in nature so she refused to perform the dance step. I am also an Indian and can understand that a 'Bhartiya Naari' wouldn't let any bugger hold her waist. So, the instructor asked me and my roommate to make ‘the’ pair (of course, the most distinguished one) and follow the dance steps.

This turned out to be the last straw on the camel's back. We decided to quit. "If we have to dance with each other then there is no point in paying hectic sum for the dance classes”.