Van Chitgo - The Art of Life

Another weekend of relaxation, recreation and attempted (failed) salsa dancing.
Ok the salsa dancing (failed attempt that is) doesn’t happen every weekend. Tapas, the club at the inter-continental served up an interesting mix to the otherwise popular club/dance hall style groove shaking with a salsa night. The place was studded with some extremely well coordinated couples that made me feel rather inept as a self-possessed shaker. I mean I can dance..but salsa? I never really learned except for some random tid bits provided to me by well meaning souls from across the years that focused on the movement of my posterior and the intended swaying of the knees.
I still maintain that ‘they’ just wanted a better view of my butt. Fair enough. Can’t really blame them.

He would have been in his element for sure, and I missed her even more cos I know how much she loves to get salsified. Never mind  , our reunion shall see me make up for the ungainly performances of the past. i wait for her return to give me the much needed boost to actually consider taking salsa classes:)

I have realized that the delhi night club rules can never be re-written. Men who are straight as can be will dance with other men for the lack of female company. Ok. I’ve never really done that but since I haven’t been exposed to a situation (ever) where there has been a lack of female company, I shall refrain from being overly cynical.
But, what really gets my goat is the way they dance. I mean seriously. Can someone tell these gentlemen (hardly) that 2 women dancing up close and personal can be attractive; but it doesn’t really work the other way around. The grinding, and gyrating in a proximity that is prohibited in the constitution of our country occurs on an everyday basis. Every night basis more like it. Lets not even get into the sheer aggression of it. I got whacked 3 times in the shoulder before I turned around and glared at a 7 foot tall goliath. He could have ended my little party with one swing of his arm but ofcourse retreated hastily at the advent of my secret weapon - The ability to make coherent sentences.

Anyways, I digress. Goldfrapp’s strict machine is now the house track of the week situated powerfully in the Miami vice soundtrack. Can’t wait for the movie itself as I am a self confessed Farrell and fox fan.

Speaking of movies, omkara was an absolute knockout. Reinstating once again my faith in the ability for bollywood to produce good cinema- this remake of the famous Shakespeare tragedy ‘Othello’ was gripping, tight, classy and a sheer pleasure to watch. The fact that saif ali khan delivered a performance so unbecoming of his usual chocolate boy nature was shadowed only by the brilliance with which he did it. Ajay devgan doesnt even need to be spoken of. He has stamped his class on the industry and continues to take dark and piercing characterizations to another level. Read the killer review given on imdb and get storming to a movie hall/dvd store near you. Its worth it.
tania has left for bombay to pursue a 2 month internship with a law firm....vasu goes to bombay next month as well for a 4 day chill-session; sam and mr. arya have shifted into their new place in bandra as well. the reasons to return to the crown jewel of the western ghats reveal themself. must resist. must.

Posted by chitgo on Monday, July 31, 2006 at 7/31/2006 12:45:00 PM | Permalink