At the entrance to this place, the air is charged with a clamorous anticipation, as if some grand nocturnal pagan ritual is about to begin. But that is all inside the head. Outside it is all calm and serene. I enter with a bunch of friends to dance here. (I hardly know how to dance. Though my training in music does give me that rhythm sense.) The best part about this place is its richness and fresh air to breathe around and chill out. Beautiful sculptures with space sprawled before the eyes. But the dandiya hasn’t begun yet.
Guess we are early today. All thanks to the island girl. She is just a little too punctual, not at all understanding the travails of the standard timings.
So since we are dressed up in nice ethnic ware we click photos, pose variously, eat chaat, check out jewellery and suddenly rinita has lost her phone. Well it was an old phone and she is shortly going to buy a new one but who feels good about the cell getting lost when we practically live with it. I think, more than the boyfriends today, cellphones have started to get the cream of the crop treatment.
Anyways, the mood is totally gone and we are on a search spree. Calls are made and it keeps ringing. Suddenly it is picked up and we finally end up getting the phone from some guy in a red shirt who is profusely thanked by all of us. He tries to flirt a little but to no avail (Polite smartness pays.) And then there is blaring music all the way. We try and tap our feet a bit in regular gujrati style, dandiyas trying to hit the hands, more then themselves. But overall it was fun time surrounded by around 200 bodies, enveloped in traditional gujrati music, swirling around without really knowing how to!
I think it’s the complete feeling of getting elevated that works wonders. Forgetting everything regarding everything. Giving one’s own self a chance to just open up and have fun with one’s own self. Being a seeker, rather than a believer. Just letting it go Believe me it works!!!
