All through my childhood I had been fascinated by music; any and every form of music. I guess it all started with listening to my dad's LP collection. Though my dad was fond of Hindi oldies, he did have couple of English LPs and "Saturday Night Fever" was one of them. Little did I know of the world of music outside the shell of "Doordarshan" in a small little town called Korba in the tribal state of Chattisgarh where my dad was posted in a Govt. Undertaking Job. Bollywood movies introduced me to the Bollywood form of dance. It used to be fun at the birthday parties and the weddings to hop skip and jump. My two left feet! Those were THE DAYS!
Then came MTV. Shortly afterwards, I moved to a boarding school in New Delhi. "Dilli ki hawa lagi", and my fascination with music underwent metamorphosis to culminate into fascination for dancing. Though most of the kids back then knew the hop skip and jump of "Bollywood", but there few who were more liberated. I remember I had bunked hostel once, and had gone to my friend Salil's younger brother, Sagar's birthday party when I met this funky looking kid who could moonwalk and dance like MJ (R.I.P.) and I so badly wanted to be like him. But when I left New Delhi, I left the dancing part behind. Those were also THE DAYS!!
Years later, after completing my school, I moved to Indore. And there I was re-introduced to the "Govinda" style of dancing. Whenever there'd be a booze party in the hostel, the pissed drunk guys would grab every opportunity to hop skip and jump screaming at the top of their voice with their limbs flying in every direction. I tried to blend in but got smacked here and there like I was in middle of a fight scene in a Chinese action flick! Those were also THE DAYS!!!
Years later, in Bangalore, I had occasionally been to the nightclubs, the likes of Athena, Fuga etc. with my wife and her siblings. (A note to mention that both my wife’s brother Anil and her sister Andrea are the creatures of the night and they have VIP access to almost all the night clubs in Bangalore) and it re-kindled my fascination with dancing. I wanted to learn Tango and Salsa (Never got the time though). Those were also THE DAYS!!!!
Couple of days back, I was in Ibiza with my wife at Pacha NYE 2011 party. The party started at 1am and we were among the first ones to get inside. An hour or two down the floor I noticed a 25yr old fellow Indian. Not just a 25yr old fellow Indian, but a pissed drunk 25yr old fellow Indian. Not just a 25yr old pissed drunk fellow Indian, but a 25yr old pissed drunk fellow Indian dressed in a blue shirt over blue jeans doing THE “Govinda/Bollywood” hop skip and jump with his limbs flying all around over a group of three Spanish girls. I thought I pitied the girls but wait! There were two more of them! I could barely hide my sympathy for the poor Spanish girls. The second guy one was barely moving; he was too conscious of his surrounding (read the girls on the dance floor) and he did manage not to do the hop skip and jump. He probably was not as much drunk as his other friends. And finally the third guy who did manage to hip hop quite well, was so captivated with his dance performance that he was completely missing out on fishing like his first buddy who was just not ready to let go the girls; not like the hooks had bait worth the Spanish girls. But pulling off a Govinda in Pacha! I was left imagining my college days and wondered what it would be like having the gang of pissed drunk guys from the college hostel doing hop skip and jump in Pacha! Now that would have been THE DAY OF ALL THE DAYS!!!!! :)
Then came MTV. Shortly afterwards, I moved to a boarding school in New Delhi. "Dilli ki hawa lagi", and my fascination with music underwent metamorphosis to culminate into fascination for dancing. Though most of the kids back then knew the hop skip and jump of "Bollywood", but there few who were more liberated. I remember I had bunked hostel once, and had gone to my friend Salil's younger brother, Sagar's birthday party when I met this funky looking kid who could moonwalk and dance like MJ (R.I.P.) and I so badly wanted to be like him. But when I left New Delhi, I left the dancing part behind. Those were also THE DAYS!!
Years later, after completing my school, I moved to Indore. And there I was re-introduced to the "Govinda" style of dancing. Whenever there'd be a booze party in the hostel, the pissed drunk guys would grab every opportunity to hop skip and jump screaming at the top of their voice with their limbs flying in every direction. I tried to blend in but got smacked here and there like I was in middle of a fight scene in a Chinese action flick! Those were also THE DAYS!!!
Years later, in Bangalore, I had occasionally been to the nightclubs, the likes of Athena, Fuga etc. with my wife and her siblings. (A note to mention that both my wife’s brother Anil and her sister Andrea are the creatures of the night and they have VIP access to almost all the night clubs in Bangalore) and it re-kindled my fascination with dancing. I wanted to learn Tango and Salsa (Never got the time though). Those were also THE DAYS!!!!
Couple of days back, I was in Ibiza with my wife at Pacha NYE 2011 party. The party started at 1am and we were among the first ones to get inside. An hour or two down the floor I noticed a 25yr old fellow Indian. Not just a 25yr old fellow Indian, but a pissed drunk 25yr old fellow Indian. Not just a 25yr old pissed drunk fellow Indian, but a 25yr old pissed drunk fellow Indian dressed in a blue shirt over blue jeans doing THE “Govinda/Bollywood” hop skip and jump with his limbs flying all around over a group of three Spanish girls. I thought I pitied the girls but wait! There were two more of them! I could barely hide my sympathy for the poor Spanish girls. The second guy one was barely moving; he was too conscious of his surrounding (read the girls on the dance floor) and he did manage not to do the hop skip and jump. He probably was not as much drunk as his other friends. And finally the third guy who did manage to hip hop quite well, was so captivated with his dance performance that he was completely missing out on fishing like his first buddy who was just not ready to let go the girls; not like the hooks had bait worth the Spanish girls. But pulling off a Govinda in Pacha! I was left imagining my college days and wondered what it would be like having the gang of pissed drunk guys from the college hostel doing hop skip and jump in Pacha! Now that would have been THE DAY OF ALL THE DAYS!!!!! :)
