My first passion has always been dancing..not that I was or am a grrrrreat dancer but  I just love to move to the rhythm of music.So it was the college dance competitions and it was a war between the science group and the arts group of our “all girls” convent.

We ,the science group girls HAD to prove that we are artistic and talented like the arts group. Our side decided to do the bhangra.

well….they took me just 3 days before the competition realizing at the nth moment that I could pick up fast and not only that I was to dance in front row as a MACHO  sardar with my partner( my petite friend who was to dance like a punjabi kudi)

well..well..I had to lift the girl..twirl her around and stuff..GOSHHHHH.!!! the things macho men do…hehe

The formations were fine but the real scare came when my group leader told me that I had to jump over another sardar..facing the audience..in my silk LUNGI.!!!

GODDDDDDDD…HELP!!!!

I was shocked and felt numb…I wasn’t into jumping or hurdles..I never did those stuff.How can I manage being MACHO sardar in the first place and jump over another?

What if my silk lungi comes off while attempting the stunt?

Or I trip on that bent sardar’s pagadi and fall flat on my face?

This thought kept nagging me all day and in the Night I had this nightmare of me tripping and falling flat once and then the silk lungi coming off..NOOOOOOOOO..

I got up perspiring ..phew!!! ( you are the only ones who know about this nightmare of mine..shhhhhhhh..)

The next morning I walked up to my leader and I told her that I fear the JUMP..she anyway asked me to try it..sigh! sigh!

The D day arrived….I had put on a rent ka silk kurtha and Lungi that was just wrapped around and then I again tied it with a rope around my waist so that it does not slip off..hehehe..

I also wore shorts inside for obvious security reasons..hehehe(reminds me of the now infamous ramp slip ups)

With Pagadi in place and black kajal smeared on my face for a beard,I hardly looked MACHO….well whatever…

The dance started and the we were on the stage doing Bhale Bhale..

I managed the twirling and lifting girl things but when it came to jumping..I FROZE..my heart raced and went DHAK DHAK DHAK..it was even louder then the bhale bhale beats..

I just looked at the audience and then…I DIDN’T JUMP!

All time and space stood still and I felt like millions of eyes were piercing into me…and yes those of my Mother Principal !

I then heard my inner voice tell me..come on..you are Macho sardar..you can make up something…DONT HAVE TO JUMP!

I seriously felt MACHO for a sec…

Then reviving myself from my fear spell, I just went around the bent Sardar in circles making it look like it was a planned step and made my way for the next sardar to jump..Phew!! ( chicken..chicken..)

Well..when the next jump took place the sardar fell on the bent one and his pagadi came off showing her flowing hair, much to the laughter of everyone..hehehe..

We didn’t win any prize but the moral of the story is ‘Listen to your inner voice like I did…...it isn’t always bad to chicken out…..once in a while’ hehehe..Bhale bhale!!! Hahahaha

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