One of the OCs intervened the “Even-I’m -the-bollywood-badshah” DJ ,who dint have the courtesy to accept the crowd’s response while turning the tables, and announce the start of the most sought after game on the party: “PAPER DANCE”.
All the wannabe kids let out a roar (believe me none of these roaring ‘lions’ came down to play).
This cousin of a close friend of mine came up and dragged “cute-looking” Sid who was chatting with me. Some time later she came back and tried to drag me for a friend of hers… but hey girlie me ain’t as light as your partner. I went away as my guilt-o-meter had reached almost fsd (full scale deflection) and on top of it I was supposedly the organizer: naah I cant really play eh.
Finally she managed to convince me and to my WXYZ-ment the girl knew me already (guess I was popular in school). So here begins the plot:
We are supposed to dance on a piece of a broadsheet daily which folds every time the music stops and yeah its my first time on the game.
THE FUN BEGINS…
Partner(P): You know to dance na?
BL: (to himself:) WTF…. (to her:) Well I donâ€™t think you need to dance in this game, do you?
BL: So what do you do?
P: Me? A li’ll bit of salsa…
BL: err, I meant in life…in general?
P: Oh! Iâ€™m in the third year and Iâ€™m preparing for my MBA. What about you?
BL: Well Iâ€™m doing my engineering in Electronics.
P: Engineering! I thought so.
BL: Great (Wonders what made her think like that…to his rescue the music begins)
P: Hey make sure you are on the paper .. I donâ€™t want to lose the game.
The music stops and its time for the first fold:
The situation is manageable. BL is not concentrating on the game thanks to status of GM. Suddenly something strikes: Man, I dint ask the girl if she was comfy dancing with me!(like I do every time)=> GM almost at FSD.
Music stops again. BL wonders how to manage on a quarter of the broadsheet.
Suddenly it strikes: Hey it was she who wanted to dance with me… so she might be comfy.
Guilt reduces. GM pointer turns to the left. Confidence is back. GM pointer reduces again.
P: Does some movements.
BL: Nah your right foot between mine not your left.
P: Hey thatâ€™s my right foot only.
BL: Holy Christ! This is your left foot.
P: Does engineering does this to you. THIS IS MY RIGHT FOOT!
BL: Umm.. err.. yeah actually. so dumb of me. thatâ€™s your foot to MY RIGHT ..hehe (BL feels like a moron…GM reading rises.)
The round goes amazing and BL is on a high. Now its half of the quarter! Only BL can stand barely fitting on the paper.
BL: Well, what do we do?
P: Lets stand each on one foot and hold your partners other leg to balance.
BL tries and succeeds in failing. Looks at Sid who had his partner in his arms several feet above the ground. Looks at P. Thinks. Thinks again. Chucks the idea due to his sprained biceps.
P insists on her idea but then BL doesnâ€™t like failing again and moreover that style put BL in an awkward position.
BL gets innovative and asks P to get on his back (Vikram Betaal style) but sadly BL finds that the dimensions of his feet are such that they dont fit on the paper.
BL and P walk out patting each other :”Hey it was a nice game!”
Now that I have The guilt-o-meter (GM) At Null deflection I have written about it calm and cool.
Scrolling up I feel guilty again for writing so much for you to read (Gm pointer moving to the right….BL clicks “publish” before FSD)