Dance the night away….these words do not have any particular significance in my daily life. I am not in a position (geographically/personally) to frequent discos or have a girls night out. But now and then I get this golden chance, sometimes unexpected. Not that I am a great dancer, but I do like to jump around, quite literally. There is something about swinging to music that is quite liberating and helps you shed inhibitions. Dancing alone at home, behind closed doors is a secret pleasure that energizes you and can lift you from the deepest abyss. Being with a group is a whole different ball game. The comfort levels must be good, then there is no looking back. Seeing your pal do that long forgotten kiddish move, dragging you along and before you know it, the whole bunch is doing those ridiculous moves. Of course, there is always that group of genuinely great dancers who need no dorky guru. They’re out there on their own, their bodies flowing to the rhythm, and no repetitive moves. I stare open mouthed and attempt to break my bones, imitating them. Thank God, my left footed friends drag me away and we continue our monkey moves. Then they play THAT song which makes everyone wild. No time for stylish moves, all you gotta do is jump, jump, jump! And when we all get into a bear hug and jump together it is pure ecstasy. It feels like you are a single being, bouncing on a single pair of feet. That is the time when even the shyest ones come forward and join you. Well, a warning here, this group-bear-hug-jumping thing can be quite hazardous to the dancers around. The group often loses all sense and control knocking down couples and falling onto chairs. Well, whatz a few broken chairs and bruised egos when you can be sooo high!
