Okay, so i was minding my own business, toiling in induction classes of my MBA programme all day, listening to presentations and guest lectures till midnight, then circling the ground running and yelling," Mein emraan hashmi hoon, mujhe mallika chaahiye!", Thanks to the ragging (or "Personality Developing Programme" as our seniors call it. Some managers they are!).Just when i thought life was okay, Universe showed its figurative finger to me....
Last night, our seniors got bored with our singing and dancing and other sttuff, and decided that it was high time something new was done. So ordered all the boys to throw our shoes at a place, and ordered girls to select one. Apprantly the couple got to do paper dance.
Just as you know, my dancing skills are only matched by my skill of talking to girls. So its kind of a double trouble. But i didn't panic. our college has the worst sex ratio in the whole world. 400:20. What is the probability of a girl selecting my shoe out of 400??? I am safe. or so i thought!
But i 've forgotten taking into account the fact that the universe Hates me! So, in no time, i was standing infront of a girl with paper under our legs and music ringing all around us. Now my only hope was if this girl also was a pathetic dancer. so i've decided to ask her. But before the words escaped my mouth ,she said " cool! I've never lost a dance competion so far. Lets rock the floor. What say??
My feet were sending signals of "May day! May day!" to my brain. But my brain was too busy devicing a plan to escape out of this torture.
"So, um, listen" I said in my best samaritan voice," If you are not comfortable with this, we can drop out!"
"No,No! I've no reservations. I am totally cool with this" with her response my last hope was shattered.
so, Dance it is.....
The humiliation,also known as dance to some people, started. I've wasted no time in letting the world know my dancing skills. Soon there were a hoard of seniors around me enjoying themselves.They might as well get some pop corn and settle in! I started swinging my body here and there in the hope of passing it off as dance but in vain. the girl is visibily frustrated and barking instructions left and right.
"Don't step off the paper!!!!!"
"Duuuuuude! What are you doing?"
" swing ur arms, Like this! Its not rocket science,u know!"
A senior came to me and said,"You are a Loser,man! did u know that?"
"All along,sir" i replied with a smile. never before i was so sure of that fact as i am now
Amidist all this chaos, first round completed. And the dancing got a lot dirtier. don't get any ideas, because i was refering to quality of my dance there! We were inches apart, and i was sweating like hell. i have no place to move and her barkings became a lot louder. She seemed very determined to win this competion. Poor thing!
Things got a lot worse in next round. She had to stand on my feet and i had to hold her. You might think it was romantic,but I was crying rivers inside with pain as my toes were slowly dying.
My moves (if u call them that) got more awkward,and i was praying for this torture to complete.
In desperation, i contemplated selling my soul to the devil,but was not sure if he would be interested in a non-christian one! But before i can take any drastic decision, It all ended as we lost balance and stepped out of the paper.
I let out a big sigh. the girl threw a disgusting look at me and went away as quickly as she can. I think i heard her muttering under her breath something like "..ckin.. dork!"
I never felt so relieved in my whole life. And i am done with dancing. Now my only worry is that every time i see this girl in the future, i have to jump into a nearby bush and hide myself...
