Salsa night

One fine day, or rather night, as I was "busy" doing my MTP (theoretically MTech Project, practically Mega Time Pass) , I got a call on my mobile.

It was our dear old Rishi.

"Oyee Sree, daer ho raha hei, jaldi aana"

Me : "Kaha jaane ki baath kar raha hei bhai"

Rishi : "aree bhool gaya kya...aaj Salsa ka workshop hei na"

Me : "aree ha bhool gaya mei. Nehi yaar tu ja. Mei MTP kar raha hu"

Rishi : "Kya MTP be. Ye salsa hei salsa. Har roz dekhne ko nehi milthe"

Me : "Na yaar MTP"

Rishi : "Dance seekhne ko milega"

Me (tempted, but firm) : "hmm...naaaa...MTP"

Rishi : "H11 se sabi aayenge"

(Hostel 11 [H11] is the PG ladies hostel in IITB)

Me (more tempted, but still firm): "hmmmmm....hmmmmmmm....naaaaaaa....MTP"

Rishi : "Unke saath dance bhi karne ka mauka milega"

Me : "Aisa hei kya. Sahi biduuu. MTP chale bhaad mei. Chalooooooooooo"

We were joined in our salsa quest by salsa "enthusiasts" CP, Kukri, Ajitav and Nazeem. On reaching the location, we saw that we were not alone in our quest. The entire male population in IITB seems to have taken a liking for salsa.

No chance of getting a girl partner now, not with such a screwed up gender ratio of 1 girl to every 100 boys. So what was the next best thing? Well watch the lucky ones dance. Atleast we will get to know what the entire hullabaloo about salsa is all about.

A few minutes later, we heard an announcement.

"Everyone sitting on the benches, please come down and take part in the workshop".

Me : "Looks like the guy making the announcement is blind. Can't he see that all the girls have already been taken up".

(Another announcement)

"Everyone sitting on the benches, please take the person sitting to your right as partner and join the workshop"

I turned my head to the right. I got the shock of my life. Ajitav was grinning back at me.

"Over my dead body dude. No way. Don't even think about it"

Ajitav : "Oyee c'mon yaar, what's so much fuss about it. Don't worry dude, it's me only na"

Me : "Dude, that's precisely my worry"

Ajitav : "Aree tension math le. Come let's join them"

With these "consoling" words, he dragged me to the ground. The only solace was that I was not the only person doing the same-gender-salsa. In fact it was almost an all-male salsa workshop.

The workshop started.

All the "couples" were made to stand next to each other. Ajitav stood to my left.

The instructors shouted out

"In case of same-gender couples, the person on the right will be the girl and the one on the left be the boy".

Crap. My luck sucks. I turned left.

"Oyee you come here. I can't move like a girl"

Ajitav : "Aree kuch nehi. It's all the same, whether you are a boy or a girl"

Me : "Yeah right, maybe for you"

The instructor continued

"The girl will keep her left hand on the guy's shoulder. The guy keep his right hand on the girl's hips"

Me (Looking at Ajitav) : "Don't you dare do that. That idiot will keep saying such things. After all he has a hot chick with him. That's not my case"

Ajitav : "Aree kuch nehi re. It is very easy"

And he proceeded to show me how it is to be done.

Me : "Hehehe......hehehehe"

Ajitav : "What happened. Why are you wriggling and laughing"

Me : "Abee you are tickling me"

Ajitav : Ok, let's try it again

And again we tried.

Me : "Hehehe....hehehe"

Ajitav : "abee stand still"

This went on for sometime. After 10 minutes of salsa I had enough of it. I stopped and returned to the bench. Ajitav, with his undying spirit, soon found another guy, and he continued. Thus went my first salsa experience. I hope even my enemies don't get to have such a salsa ever in their life. I would rather prefer jumping down a cliff.