Yesterday I attended Dandiya with my two exuberant friends Altaf and Meera. The less fortunate who have an intrinsic ability to get demotivated, disconnected and unenterprising in life( Merril, now does that ring a bell?) can take a cue from these two bright sparks who consistently seem to have a zest for living.
Meera looked stunning in a printed gypsy skirt teamed with a pretty emerald green top. Her neck was adorned with trinkets in memerizing hues of blue. She carried an eye-catching red bag. Nothing particularly matched ( in a conventional way)…but that’s Meera for you, the undisputed Queen of unconventional mix-and-match.
Altaf wore his trademark Fab India kurta and turned up with a huge gang of colleagues. Post a session of amateur dandiya-garba, he shook his head and said apologetically, ” They can’t dance….they are from Delhi!”
I relished just watching the Gujarati girls and boys dancing vigoruously to the beats. Their costumes were so vibrant, their movements, expressions and zeal had a raw, rustic appeal about them. It seemed as if we were suddenly not in mumbai but at a local fair in Gujarat.
I can imagine the energy of the real thing.
