Kanpur-Gandhinagar-Bangalore-Calcutta

Continued from-
The Perfect Opening Line






It was the "Garba and Dandiya night" in college. Yeye.
People were busy making masterplans, plan-A, plan-B...plan-Z of hitting on girls. Teams were being formed, alliances were being made.

"Tu Raju ko dekhna. Wo Shalini ke saath jyada dance na kare. Tu use occupy rakhna aur main Shalini ke saath dandiya kheloonga."

"Wo bhai-bhen gang mein dance karte karte hum entry maar lenge. Jaise hi circle banega, apne usmein jayenge aur tu pooch lena usse- Can I stick with you to play sticks? Nah. Bad pick up line. Soch le yaar koi impressive line. Par aaj hi mauka hai."

Now if you want to imagine how well I dance - Imagine a Tyrannosaurus Rex doing Kathak.

I called Misra.
"I have no other option. She is a Gujarati. How can I convince her parents unless I learn Gujaratiness.Give me some motivation."
"Dude don't you think you're going overboard. Abhi tak to wo tera naam bhi nahin jaanti!"
"Are wahi to! See my plan is really different. What I can do is I'll convince her parents that I'm a good guy. Aur ek baar uske parents maan gaye, to propose kar doonga. Love marriage nahin to arrange marriage ho jayegi"
"Are you drunk? You're talking all crap"
"I thought I'm looking for some motivation from you"
"Ok. Listen. Just try to enter the Gujju gang. Go to her and say you want to learn Dandiya. Ask her help and then get talking. Then ask out for coffee. Simple"
"Thanks dude! That seems to be perfect. Only thing is I don't know how to dance"
"Nobody is seeing you dude. Do some stupid moves. Remember any PT exercise of childhood and try to do that in a fancy way"

Finally the D-day arrived. It was one of the rare occasions in our college when students reached before the official reporting time. The ground was shabbily decorated. You couldn't help but doubt that you might have been teleported to good old Ramayana days with ethnic clothing all around. Some of the girls had definitely gone overboard in make-up. Some of the boys had definitely gone overboard in their attempt to impress girls.

Everyone was scanning the crowd to locate his target group. Music started and we marched in to complete our missions.

That's when I spotted her. Man oh man! I stood still. There are some people in life who can make a hot humid evening in rusty college ground filled by people doing Bhangra in Garba really beautiful.

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Two hours had passed. I still was unable to enter Gujju gang's circle. Each time I attempted to enter it, I was prudently shoved away. Meanwhile some people had resorted to desperate measures. From Bhangra, people had started demonstrating their fictional Kung-Fu skills to attract attention. I decided to take the plunge.

"Hi"
"Hi! Do I know you?"
(bad bad. She doesn't even remember me)
"Remember I came like a superman. You can say I am the superhero Dogman of your life"
"Sorry. I don't like to talk to people who are drunk"
(Why doesn't anyone appreciate my sense of humor?) "No No we didn't start drinking yet. Remember that day when the dog was following you and we met for a brief instant. You told me that we'll meet again. So here we meet again."
"Oh! Ya ya."
(Silence for 3 mins).
"Hey can you teach me some special gujju Garba moves?"
"What?"
"No I mean Gujarati Garba moves"
"Ya sure. Well here it goes" And I swear to God she did some superhuman flexing moves that I couldn't even properly see, leave alone copying it.
"Hey that's too tough. Can you teach me the basic one?"
"No no try doing it. It's the easiest of all"

That's when I followed the wise advice of Misra. I completed my special PT-merge-dance-merge-randomness move. Somehow I heard a fictional round of applause. I thought to myself- "Man! I'm awesome". In turn, I realized everybody had been looking at me for quite some time. The applause was real, though not for appreciation of my talent. People were in fits of laughter. To add to my humiliation, they even tried to enact it. But I had executed it so awesomely bad that it was not possible for them to copy it.

I looked to my right and she had disappeared.

Met Misra the next day.
"Man! It was fun yesterday"
"Come on! It was just a stupid dance by stupid bunch of college going kids"
"Oh! Words of wisdom from our disco dancer"

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Yesterday:
"Will we go to Garba in navaratris after we marry?"
"Are you mad! Me and dancing! Don't you remember how good I am! I had screwed up even the basic step"
"Oh that! I didn't know that you are a good guy and I was scared that you'll trouble me. I had intentionally taught you the toughest moves of all - To shoo you away."