Aj’s world

I hadn’t heard that song before. Never.

It just started off.The lyrics to me did not make any sense then. The beats did.
It set my foot thumping. 
The thumps got louder.

I got up and my feet began to tap the dance floor.

Fast. Faster.

I broke into a jig.

My hands swayed and my body began to groove.
Oh… ah… this was fun.

Every muscle danced to the rhythm. The song was at it’s catchy best.

And that’s when I spotted her… my partner… standing in the corner, smiling at me.

Gracefully, I skid on the floor and held out my hand to her.
She was waiting and gladly accepted my offer.

I pulled her towards me, my arms on her waist; her’s on my shoulder.

I coiled her in me and then just unwound her.
A lift followed.
The dance just flowed.
Cartwheels, summersaults… the moves were unbelievable.

I never knew I could dance so well and hidden were her moves too, until now.

Every muscle in my body was burning to fuel my moves, and I was unstoppable.

I had never danced like this before. Never.
The song went on. I danced like there was no tomorrow.

So what if I was sitting in the bus.

So what if the music played on the radio.

So what if the dance floor was in my mind.

So what if my moves were my imagination.

So what if my beautiful partner was my creation.

I had danced the best dance of my life. 

This thought has often crossed my mind, but a good debate with my loved one yesterday triggered this post.

I remember seeing this one episode of Farah Khan's show "Tere mere beech mein" where the guests were Bipasha Basu and Shilpa Shetty. After a wonderful conversation, the topic swayed to how the girls were supporting their family. Each lady's parents were gleaming with joy, proudly announcing how their babes were like the "boys of the family". "Yeh toh mere beti nahee, beta hai, they cooed, much to the joy of the girls. They were so proud to receive that compliment, and I was perplexed.

Perplexed because I wondered, if a guy's parents had ever said, "yeh toh mere ghar ke beti jaise hai", would I have accepted it as a compliment? May be no! Never!

For a man to be "like a girl" is like one of the biggest insults. So why this fascination among women to be "like men" or even "better than them?" Are women not wonderful blessed beings as themselves that they need to tread their existence in the pursuit of being a better being? Why can't the ladies accept the fact that as humans, they are powerhouses in themselves? Men are men, and women, women. They can never be equal. They were never meant to be ya, else why would Lord create the distinction?

In the mad rush to prove themselves, I have seen many women lose out on the true charm they were born with. They have turned so manly in their approach. Sigh, I wish women recognised their own selves better (and of course, sooner please).