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!!!!! :)
1 comments:
To my surprise this morning, either Mr. Govinda or one fo his distant cousin found my post offensive and repulsive enough to grace my post with his/her encouraging words and then deleted it:
One of the most poorly written blogs ever! Do some reading and improve your diction... Bl**dy desi villager...wonder which m*ron gave you a visa... you must be some IT j*ek doing s*it work for less :) Ha ha ha get a life... govinda!
I would like to take a moment and thank my dear patron for taking time out of his busy schedule and drop by my blog.
Dear Mr. Govinda,
Thank you for your generosity. I admit that my blog is poorly written and that my english is not as rich and vibrant as yours. Too bad you did not leave your blog URL for me to learn a thing or two from you.
As for my VISA; I'm afraid I'm on a work and residence permit. Oh well, you see, I happen to work in the largest IT company in the world and they did offer me a good role.
And yes I am a desi! And I am proud to be one my friend. I guess you must be one of those ABCD. I'm sorry for you.
Did you say a villager? Oh I love the countryside villages in India. Damn! I hate my house in the IT Capital of India. All the luxury there still does not give me the peace and tranquility that I derive when I head on a roadtrip crossing and stopping by those beautiful villages. I'd say good education comes for a cost. All the more if you happen to have scored good, for instance getting the first rank in the university. You are expected to get a good job and live a good life. Opps! Did I miss telling you that about myself? Oh well, it was long back you see, in 2001 in DAVV, Indore. :-D And then the world's largest software services provider took pity on me and gave me my first career break you see.
IT J*rk and S*it work you said!? Hmmm... I guess that's what my Colleagues and my Client would say to me coz I keep correcting their work and keep telling them to make changes here and there... Come to think of it, having become a package solution Architect for the best CRM package solution software with the work experience of only 5.5 years had turned me into what I am today... IT J*rk doing S*itty work... For less did you say? I'm afraid I'd beg to differ there. I happen to be a little overpaid than any of my spanish counterparts. :(
What a waste of life it has been... Been to so many places, done so much, yet I could not match up to your standards. Pls do accept my sincere apology that I couldn't do enough by your standards.
Please, please, please, I beg of you to leave behind your email and your blog URL so that I can have more opportunities to be humbled by you.
Kind regards,
Anand Mohan
P.S. Too bad..., Unlike you, I do not get time to go blog surfing. :( My real life has so many things going that it takes all the time out of my virtual life. Oh I wish I could find more time to stay on the net and do so many things like you do on the net!!!
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