The Dance of Death :O

Sorry. That's not quite true. In fact, that's not true at all. It's simply Iron Maiden sneaking through my choice of expression. Anyway, that's besides the point. The point is that I don't actually know how to dance. That, of course, includes all traditional dance forms that you can think of, and in my opinion, also any motion of the body that looks appealing, looks aesthetic.

I've always been told that I have a lot of energy and substantial flexibility, but for some reason that was as much credit I ever got. Being the narcissist that I am (not entirely true, but at least it's fair to say that I don't like to look at any other man, more than I like to look at myself!), I brushed off the rather clipped feedback as simply the inability to appreciate non-conformism.

However, the other day, one of my friends caught me on video at a party while I was "dancing" (quotes are attributed to Nipun Sinha :P). Now I don't seek the spotlight, but if you want to give me attention, I can't disappoint you, can I? I strutted my stuff (I wasn't the only one fooling around, thankfully) for a full two minutes of footage, and went back to DJing feeling like I had made a point. (Ha Ha!)

Two days later, Nipun sent me the video with the comment: "You must watch this. You will love it." The alarm bells always start to ring, no..toll, when he's grinning from ear to ear, and this time his Cheshire Cat smile had expressed itself amply in the form of a bunch of smileys on the Google Talk window. I accepted the file transfer and downloaded the video.

Then I played the thing.

My first reaction was, "Wow, my back moves like a flagellum!". The footwork looked more appropriate for a tennis court than for jiving to Chaiyya Chaiyya. The arms seemed to have minds of their own. And the picture of total randomness was finished by the goofy grin plastered on my face. I had indeed made my point. My M.O. on the dance floor is unique, and it requires a special kind of aesthetic sense to appreciate it. No wonder.

All my critics: I'm with you. You may not appreciate me, but that's no problem. Apparently, I don't have this special aesthetic sense either.