Naach! *cracks whip*
This Kajrare song seems to have become a phenomenon. When I first heard it, at the risk of sounding non-descript, I'd say that I found it 'cute'. Unfortunately, then on, I heard it again, and again, and again. As irritating as someone continuously saying 'And then?', I'd say. Slaughter by repition. The impact it has on women, it seems, is another story.
Consider my plight, when after a few lifesaving rock songs at Dublin on early Sunday morning, afterwe will rock you (yes, yes, overkill again), the DJ smoothly made a transition to Kajrare after a solo drumbeat. Hands up in the air, with fingers communicating the 'rock on, dude' sign, eyelids firmly shut and mouth open, in a not too authentic state of ecstasy, I was shaken out of my reverie by a girlie Kajrare voice. Arms quickly dropped down to the sides, eyes darted around half embarrassed, mind commanded legs to do an about turn, up the steps that led to the dance floor. I'm not at home with Hindi music. And I'm particularly averse to overcrowded dance floors that don't give me space to play. However, there was a problem. My dance partner came around and blocked my path, gyrating rather, ahem, sluttily. Around me, all over the dance floor, women followed suit, doing thumkas or whatever they call those steps. Most men seemed to dance in their usual manner, while some actually danced in a manner not dissimilar to that of the women. I swear - it was right out of a hindi movie. Me? I just tussled her hair, grinned and walked out. I needed a swig of rum.
Ze Smitten Kitten claims that there's a wannabe item dancer in her. Going by Buzz in Gurgaon on Friday and Dublin on Saturday, I'd sat that that's true of quite a few women. There's also a male fantasy that may be an appropriate mention here. So:
Naach! *cracks whip*
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Consider my plight, when after a few lifesaving rock songs at Dublin on early Sunday morning, afterwe will rock you (yes, yes, overkill again), the DJ smoothly made a transition to Kajrare after a solo drumbeat. Hands up in the air, with fingers communicating the 'rock on, dude' sign, eyelids firmly shut and mouth open, in a not too authentic state of ecstasy, I was shaken out of my reverie by a girlie Kajrare voice. Arms quickly dropped down to the sides, eyes darted around half embarrassed, mind commanded legs to do an about turn, up the steps that led to the dance floor. I'm not at home with Hindi music. And I'm particularly averse to overcrowded dance floors that don't give me space to play. However, there was a problem. My dance partner came around and blocked my path, gyrating rather, ahem, sluttily. Around me, all over the dance floor, women followed suit, doing thumkas or whatever they call those steps. Most men seemed to dance in their usual manner, while some actually danced in a manner not dissimilar to that of the women. I swear - it was right out of a hindi movie. Me? I just tussled her hair, grinned and walked out. I needed a swig of rum.
Ze Smitten Kitten claims that there's a wannabe item dancer in her. Going by Buzz in Gurgaon on Friday and Dublin on Saturday, I'd sat that that's true of quite a few women. There's also a male fantasy that may be an appropriate mention here. So:
Naach! *cracks whip*
Tags:
Crazitivity Music
A. HMMMMPF for calling me 'smitten kitten' and might I ad - GRrrrrrRRR (THAT should give you something to 'kitten' me about!!)
B. I am not a wannabe item dancer like, today! I have been a wannabe ever since you were a swimmy little wriggly something! :P
C. I am really, really sorry to hear of your plight, but really what were you thinking when you went to Dublin of all places...actiually make that Any-where in Delhi... :-/
...such is ze sadness since...sniff, sniff...mezz passed away and TC is just tooo farrr (though I should prolly not be saying this to you...considering where you live!)
wow that is one loooong rant...as you can tell, I HAD A GREAT DAY!
PS: (yes, there is still scope for one!)
...crack it some more, bay-beeh! ;)
Naach *cracks whip* is so appropriate. BTW, remind me to tell you sometime about the things the smittenkitten got up to in our post-grad days. (And now I'm depressed because that reminds me that you were probably 16 or so when we were in post-grad)
To ze kitten:
Ans A. There's another word for 'kitten' that I might have used, but... Heh. I'm a good boy. O-)
Ans B. I agree. Methinks it's the same with the rest o'them women.
Ans C. TC was packed and they weren't letting anybody in. Ladiss log said Dublin, so we went. This reminds me - I picked up the coasters from Dublin. All four- an entire set. Really nice. Now I know how "a particular kleptomaniac" felt when she picked up the "smoking zone" sign from TGIF.
To ze Jabberwock:
I can empathise, as a 24 year old in a class of 20 year olds, and a generation gap between us. Not that I don't bridge it, but...dammit. Now I'll have to call the Smitten Kitten 'Aunty' to make myself feel better. :P
Good post. Just passing through, cool blog by the way.
dude, somehow this reads even better than you telling me the same thing on phone...
and the male fantasy, eh... hmmm...
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