On a particularly fucked up day and frustrated evening, I happened to watch this movie called 'Take the Lead'. You dont exactly expect somebody like Antanio Banderas to play a ballroom dance instructor, right. Neither did i.
The movie is about how a ballroom dance instructor teaches it to some college kids in detention and in the process helps them discover themselves. Doesnt make for a fabulous story, but fabulous wasnt something that i was looking for that evening, given the mood. The movie was beautiful and i loved every bit of it.
Love for music is something we arent shy of expressing. If not by singing out, we do it atleast by humming. Whereas the same doesnt apply to dancing. You hear good music and that leg starts grooving. Suddenly you get conscious and the groove is reduced to toe-tapping.
Love, song and dance are universal languages. They dont need to be learnt to understand, but yeah some learning helps in expressing them well. Its only the lyrics and movements that vary from culture to culture but not the emotions that run behind them. I believe there is no music not worth dancing to. Sway, groove, tap or "thump", whichever.
I, for a confession, love to dance. But as i know and you expect it, am as good as a fish in a dish when it comes to it. My attempt to learn it has come till finding out the when and where of the classes. And then the usual excuses came up: No time, no partner, blah, blah and blah. This movie gave me the conviction to pursue it. Learn it, I will.
Here's something from the movie for all of us
Big Fat Guy: I dont think i am made for it (dance)
Girl Student: Do you want to dance
Big Fat Guy: I guess so
Girl Student: Then you are made for it
So, Tango, anyone [:)]
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