On the dance floor

I don't know if guys are good at dancing. But I do know that none of us can be even in the same vicinity of coming close to being good dancers. 4 years as college junkies and 8 months as software professionals and what I have learnt about our group is that we "dance like we have 2 left legs".

In the first year in college, there was an ethnic festival which had a dandiya event, where people dance with a small stick(danda) in either hands and generally bust some really elegant moves. But we ain't people. We did have the small sticks with us. The elegant part, however, was lost on us. O, how we sucked. We moved our hands and legs in a completely random order(Sudhi picthed in here). We "accidentally" sent high speed blows to not-so-friendly people at strategic places. So, you can imagine, we had a blast shaking uncontrollably, or as they call it, dancing.

Even as I write this, I have the satisfaction of knowing that there is nothing in this world that can bring out the "Micheal Jackson" in us(A lot of one liners which I would generally write here are not written because of the Rule 4 of "Delivering Written Humor". Unfortunately.) and that we were, are and will always be the worst dancers ever.