Those early days of college when we used to have less brain and more crushes; “cute guy” was IN and the list of crushes went on and on. That teenage and those parties, prom nights, celebration every second week etc. was a golden period for most of us. And imagine the cutest looking guy on the prom night leaves his date behind and comes to you and asks you for a dance!
And all you can say then is “i can’t dance!”
Yes, it was my story a few years back when I had to give this embarrassing answer with red face. Like that was not enough; those butterflies screeched in my ears for refusing him upfront for the dance! Sigh, how they would have known about my dancing talent. If I had said yes then all the chances of other guys liking me would have become minus hundred percent!
But alas! I had underestimated the girls’ power. The very next day almost everyone around me knew that i couldn’t dance. Anyway that was the first and last prom night I had attended in my college life as within a few days I had accepted the fact that I indeed have two left feet and my life does not end with it.
Well life is still difficult sometimes even after accepting this fact. Once the teenage is passed, you stop making a crush list. Few more years down, there is a time to settle down and get married. And your bad luck if you are married to a person who knows and loves dancing! Now god has not been so cruel too with me; for my husband is not crazy about dancing. But yeah, he is usually without a partner or with some other partner whenever he has to dance.
I am so hopeless when it comes to dancing that i can’t even dance in the baarat where you just have to put your hands up and jump! Worst mistake of my life i had made once – I used to think I may be suffering from a complex that’s why I do not dance. Just to prove myself that I can indeed jump like others, I tried it in a baraat. Trust me people, the day i saw the video of it, I took an unbreakable vow with my soul that there will not be a next attempt!
Till date, many people come and ask me, they force me, they pull me in the crowd; but I tell them clearly. They laugh, fume, make faces, gossip; but I don’t care. I cannot dance. So what?