It’s been a bit of a long day and I still had some emails to finish before dinner. Instead of opening documents, I clicked on the reader and there it was 1000+ unread items. Once upon a time I was aghast and I’d feel hugely guilty about all that fine hardwork that was spent on writing those and I was being bad not reading them. These days, few things faze me. I eye the reader like a Floridian would watch the weather channel.
I glanced down quickly, and saw that Nehavish had this post up. I clicked and by God, it unfurled a deep liberating me from its slumber. It was so darned atrociously funny and just plain out of the world daring that I laughed for a long while. Here it is.[youtube= http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vfxCnZ4Dp3c ]
I watched the gold pants storm the store and I laughed with such glee and I did what comes naturally (I’d assume) to anyone; I got up and started dancing. The daughter of course rolled her eyes ever so slightly and walked right past me. They are used to me I guess by now, breaking into a dance just out of the blue while stirring sambar or folding clothes, or burst (completely out of tune) into a song the kids’ friends are over.
Watch this one:
See that girl in pink top/kurta. That’s me right there. No, I mean, not me as in me me, but that could very well be me. I went further and imagined myself in the traditional dress doing the kind of free dance on the streets of DC. I imagine a bunch of us girls could very easily pull it off, though we’d be banned from entering our school the next day on grounds of sacrilege or some such! *sigh
In any case, this isn’t about dance or the music. It’s about just getting up and letting yourself go. No inhibitions. People who know me in real life will attest to the fact that I belong to the rare breed of folks who don’t think twice on just getting up and letting go. Rules, formalities and sticking to social obligations can take a hike and a long one at that when I set my mind on something. Mostly impulsive, I don’t mind and in fact enjoy the occasional frolic into the space-where-the-sensible-woman-hasn’t-stepped-before. Something that went disappeared for awhile in the early part of the year as parts of me shrunk within as a defensive mechanism and reaction. Similar to a snail that retreats into its shell when alarmed or attacked.
I know I won’t be going back to completely where I was, but believe in the saying “live free or die”. Seriously, what’s the point otherwise anyway? So yes, when was the last time you did something completely raw, basic and uninhibited? Something that you didn’t think twice about how you are seen by others, or the impression you create or worried that you were flouting some rules. .. and if you did, you did it anyway?
Here, let me go first: many incidents come to mind, and I’ve already written about one here, and then there’s always the school and kid events that I go bersek in, the times when with no warning whatsoever do a mean imitation among the girls, dress up strange and weird to take Halloween pictures to post on blog , volunteer at events that require mindless participation, break into “Miss Mary Mack” with a bunch of 7 year olds while the rest of the moms look like I’ve lost it, run straight into the water sprinkler with the kids, jump into a group of 18 year olds at a graduation party and show them the desi moves instead of sitting still and playing “aunt”.. and the list goes on.
Your turn. So tell me, who’d join me in wearing those gold pants and break into a dance? Yes yes, it’s a dare. 😉