So you think you can dance

There are many shortcuts to happiness and dancing is one of them.I love dancing.I love people who love dancing.I am one of those many women who dream of wearing high heels ruffled skirt and salsa like J.Lo.. or belly dance like Shakira....or groove like our very own munni... but I never took dance lessons.When I was young my sister would go for kathak lessons. was told I was too chubby for it. And then in family functions or weddings whenever we performed together she was referred to as "Nache mayuri" and I was called "Dhokala dance" .... that distinction stayed in me for most of my growing up years.It didn't help that I was always made the guy in school annual day performances.They could never find a guy taller than me so they turned me into one.That meant that I always got the ugly costumes and awkward moves.....

But things changed when i went to college....and was introduced to the "Podar audi"..... the one place where you could lose all your inhibitions and dance like crazy.....i wasn't allowed to party....so i had never been to any pub, club, lounge or whatever those places are called.....So the auditorium of our college was the only place i could jive in.....n jive i did.....for five years in countless socials.....twice i even performed on the stage.....but that was more because of the guy-in-charge had a crush on me and less because of my dancing skills.....but nevertheless i got comfortable with my self and started to forget the dhokala dance tag.....

Of course post babyhood my confidence was deflated.....i felt like i lost my sense of rhythm in the delivery room....i was still waddling and couldn't see my toes.....so when the streak of weight loss began the need to get my groove back became stronger.....that's when i saw the ad in newspaper...SDIPA happening right next to my building....i immediately signed up.....Mum said "you are going to dance with teenagers.... how old are the people in your batch?" relax mum....they are my age.... (when i was 4 years younger but who cares)....He said "this is just one of your whims....like last year you wanted to go for yoga classes...you didn't even last a month" well this is different....and if nothing else you will get a chance to say "i told you so" .....so let me go...

Yes i did tilt the average age of my batch....the 14 year old guy in my batch called me Aunty.....The instructor once said "You are rolling like a vada pav" which brought back memories of the dhokala tag.....but it was ok....I was dancing and I was having fun.....and then after 15 sessions we performed in a show....with costumes and technical rehearsals....I was on stage again..... and it barely lasted for 3 minutes.....but it was euphoric..... I shamelessly paraded the videos n pics on FB....and basked in the glory of all the likes and comments.....Arav was amused to see the video.....and for the entire last week he eats his food only when "Mamma dancing" is played....Husband was impressed.....and I am jubilant.