He danced ! He moved!

A few weeks back, we went for the “DJ night” organised at the Officers’ Institute in the Jaipur Cantt. As we got ready at home, we had a very important discussion .

Me- ” Will you dance with me tonight? ”
Ranjan -” No. I don’t know how to dance. I am only going because the kids want to go.
Me- ” But you know I love to dance, surely you can make the effort for me”.
Ranjan – ” I am not stopping you.You can dance all you want”.
Me- ” Oh really? Do you expect me to dance alone, or with someone else’s husband?”.
Ranjan- ” Anya, Taidu, let’s go. We are getting late.”

We reach the venue and sit with soft drinks in our hands. I look wistfully at all the people enjoying on the dance floor. Bracing myself, I start persuading him to dance with me. His excuses:

1. ” One needs to have a few drinks inside to be able to dance freely . I am a teetotallar.”
2. ” I dance like Sunny Deol. Do you want me to make a fool of myself.”
3. ” I don’t like the songs that the DJ is playing. He doesn’t know his job.”

After half an hour of cajoling, requesting, begging; His Highness finally relents . ( The only thing left for me to do was to go down on one knee and ask for his hand; no, his two left feet.)

We reach the dance floor and start dancing . Me, with a big triumphant smile on my face and him, with a self conscious scowl. Just then, the DJ feels a surge of patriotism and starts to play retro hindi movie numbers, non – stop. He plays “Olay Olay”(full song), and the hubby stomps his way through that. Then comes “Jai Jai Shiv Shankar” and the hubby survives that too. I am delirious with happiness as I feel that now he will surely last for atleast half an hour; kind of enough to satiate my dance hunger. And then, the DJ starts to play THE song. The mother of all lusty, busty, rainy songs- ” Tipppp Tipppp Barsa Paani “.

Sunny Deol/Self proclaimed Mr. Two left feet/ Hubby puts both his ( left) feet down and thunders, ” There’s no way I am dancing to THIS FILTHY number!!” He grabs my hand and leads me away from the dance floor. I glare at the DJ and mentally punch him till he drops to the floor. Somebody, please take his license away and tear it to shreds.

But it’s still a momentous occasion. So, photo toh banti hai !!

© Jun 2016 Sapna Dhyani Devrani

Author: Sapna Dhyani

I am Sapna Dhyani. I write about everything that crosses my mind. I write about life as I see it and like to infuse humour into my blogs. I belong to Dehradun but now live in a new city after every two years, being an army wife. This uprooting of base every couple of years, setting up a new home in a new place, meeting new people and forging new friendships, exploring new cities; all this ensures that I go through and am blessed with a myriad of experiences.

2 thoughts on “He danced ! He moved!”

  1. Lovely post and well…. Felt like reading my own agony that I go through (n in turn my husband’s as well… Since he hates dancing….so perhaps it’s double agony for him)

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