Rhythm&Blues Chap 6: Two to TANGO

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6: Two To TANGO

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Khanak tossed and turned all night in the large unfamiliar bed. It was way too comfortable. She was used to her own old single cot and mattress with its familiar lumps and bumps. They weren’t very good to her body but they made her feel at home. And this place certainly didn’t! Every passing minute she seemed to drift farther and farther away.

She sat up abruptly.What if I don’t fit the bill? What if my performance isn’t up to Mr. ‘I’m the Best’s’ liking? Will he just toss me aside? 

Illai (No in Tamil) she shook her head, He isn’t that bad. But the very next instant she changed her mind–Of course he is! He’s being nice because he thinks he has found his next heroine, his next lead! But if I can’t dance to his tunes, he won’t hesitate to ask me to take a hike! That’s the only reason why he wanted me to come here in the first place, not for anything else. Don’t fall for all that sweet talk and charm Khanak!

God! What if he doesn’t like the way I move, or the way I point my foot or stretch my body or wave my hand? What if his dancers don’t like me either, particularly that Tarun. He looked quite mean last night.

“It’s all a big what If. ” She said, sighing aloud with frustration. “What will I do now? By now chachu (uncle) too would have come to know that I’m gone and he might have issued a red alert;  or maybe not. A runaway girl means bad reputation for the entire family. That should keep chachu quiet and this news under wraps.”

 She smiled. Khanak, bach gayi tu.  (You escaped..) But not for long. Chachi (Aunt) and Shree won’t be able to keep their mouths shut indefinitely. God, I hope Anand doesn’t find out, if he does, he’s sure to come chasing after me. Oh no! She put her head down between her knees and rocked herself to and fro.

As sleep had become practically impossible, she got out of bed and unzipped her luggage, digging for her salangai (dancing bells). It’s not worth fretting now, she thought. I might as well do some riyaaz (practice). If he doesn’t like me for the lead he may give me some other part where I can do what I know best.

She found the bells and wrapped them in a towel to muffle the sound. Grabbing her music she cautiously opened the door and peeped out. Sunlight had gradually started to lighten the darkness. She recalled having seen a door to the right last night that Shan had informed her, led to his own small private studio.

She tried the door and was relieved to find it unlocked. Stepping inside she uttered a small gasp of surprise when the lights came on automatically revealing a moderate sized room with wooden floors and mirrors covering the entire length and breadth of two walls. And there was also padding, indicating that the room was sound proof.

Wow! My boss has definitely it made!  Kya thaat hai yaar! (What lavish extravagance?) She laughed while closing the door softly behind her and scouted excitedly for the audio system.

She found the connections concealed inside a small cubbyhole beside the door and when she turned it on, she was rewarded with crystal clear sound which appeared to envelope her from all around.

This is paradise. Now for some fun!

She went through her music collection and selected a number called ‘Shabdam’–a slow dance that is known more for expression or Abhinaya rather than just dance.

As Khanak got into her groove, she lost track of time and her  movements gathered in pace, complexity and fervor with each subsequent number. The rhythm and her limbs matched beat for beat and she appeared to be literally invoking the heavens with her dance.

Later, after nearly three hours of uninterrupted vigorous exercise, she fell exhausted to the floor, with rivulets of sweat drenching her entire body.

After this, there isn’t likely to be anybody who could take me up in this dance form. Thank you Guruji!

She got up slowly and stretched feeling the energy seep back in to her limbs and her pulse slowly return to where she could appreciate each beat.

Wiping her arms and face with the hand towel, she exited the room and rushed to the kitchen where she gulped down a couple of glasses of ice cold water.

“Hey Bhagwan! (Oh Lord!) 7:30 already!” She exclaimed glancing at the oven’s digital clock. “I’ve still got so much to do. I’m getting lazy!”

She opened the large floor length windows and entered the balcony and stood stupefied for several minutes overwhelmed with the sights and sounds of early Mumbai commuter traffic, with its cacophony of screeching tires and honking horns–a stark contrast from the world of music and rhythm, she’d just stepped out of.

Sensing a familiar anxiety rush back in, she turned her head and saw the wide endless expanse of blue called the Arabian Sea. “The one thing that Chennai and Mumbai share, is the view of the sea. But where is the Sun?”

“Idiot!” She smiled, slapping her forehead with her palm. “Chennai lies in the east and Mumbai in the west. Did you forget that already?”

Switching direction, she closed her eyes and joined her hands together in prayer;

“I’m sorry Bhagwanji, Aaj der ho gayi, maaf kar dijiye hamein!” (I’m sorry Lord. I got late today. Please pardon me.)

“Maaf kiya!” (Pardoned!)

She opened her eyes in shock, and saw Shan standing right in front of her sporting a wide grin on his face. “Hey Miss Early Bird!” He said, waving his hand in front of her face making her blink, then look away in embarrassment.

“Do I look like the Sun God to you?”

“Sorry, I didn’t know you were standing behind me. I was just looking toward the east like I do back home.”

“Oh yes! I forgot, you are from Chennai. Is your house by the sea?”

“Yes, it’s not very far from where we live, and the mornings are very beautiful with the view of the rising sun.” She said, staring into the distance.

“Yes, I concur. Very beautiful indeed.” He said, but his eyes were fixed on her face.

She colored. “I, I.. need to take a shower.”

“Wait!” He called after her, as she hurried inside, “I want to tell you something. You’re an awesome dancer!”

“What?” She swung around.

He walked up to her “I mean it, you’re simply amazing! I was watching you in the studio this morning.”

“Oh that! Oh…uh..how? How did you?” She stammered. OMG! Now what? Had she overstepped a line by not gaining his permission?

“Some of those mirrors are actually unidirectional windows, so I could see you without being noticed. I should’ve told you last night. But perhaps I did good by not doing so or I’d have missed out on a helluva performance!” He smiled while watching her face keenly for her reaction.

“I’m so sorry that I disturbed you. I couldn’t sleep so I…” She pursed her lips. “It won’t happen again.”

“No, it wasn’t a disturbance, in fact it was a wonderful experience. It’s always a pleasure to watch a dancer dance with such abandon and that usually occurs either when the person thinks that no one’s watching or when she doesn’t care….and that’s exactly what I expect from my lead.” He said seriously, then paused as something struck him.

“C’mon! Time for your first lesson!” He said, grasping her arm and propelling her into the studio.

“What sort of lesson? I… I’m not prepared.” Khanak protested nervously.

“Dance lesson. You can call me Guruji, if you wish. Don’t worry, you don’t need any preparation, we shall start from scratch.” He explained casually, while selecting music on the audio system.

“God! This is crazy.. what shall I do?” She looked around for some means of escape.

“I heard that! Great acoustics in this studio,” he winked.

You don’t have to do much. Just follow my lead and let your spirit do the rest.”

Then as music burst out from the hidden speakers in a veritable flood, he stretched his hand out to her. “Let’s do the Tango! I want to showcase all the major dances of the world on stage and if there’s no Tango, there’s no show! Do you know where and how the Tango originated?”

She shook her head, holding her breath, as she watched him position her legs.

“Hmm?” He looked up.

“No, I don’t.” She managed to croak, as he took her left hand and placed it casually on his right arm.

“In the brothels of Buenos Aires.”

“What?!” She blurted out. No wonder. The dancers seem to be making love rather than dancing.

“Shocked, are you?” He laughed softly. “That was the only way men after a long day’s work could get close to a woman and that was by being a good dancer, for no woman would look at you if you weren’t one…”

He put a hand in the middle of her back and pushed firmly inwards. “Straight! Straight lines are very important in any dance especially this one. Don’t forget that. Posture, balance and straight lines!”

Trying to ignore the flurry of sensations that his fingers were sending through her spine, she replied, “sorry, I will concentrate. What were you saying about those..those Argentinean men?”

“Huh..those men? If they were lucky a woman would agree to dance with them or they’d have to wait in long lines outside the brothel for another to do them a different kind of favor.”

Khanak blushed knowing exactly what the ‘favor’ meant.

“Madams raked in the moolah those days. Men would get so desperate that they were ready to squander their entire earnings for the scent of a woman. Thank Heavens, things are much better now,” he whispered huskily in her ear as he arched her back so her head almost touched the floor.

“Relax girl! You are as stiff as a board! Just think that you are out in the park, enjoying the lovely weather.”

She closed her eyes tight. No I can’t do this. She felt his breath fanning her throat.

I absolutely can’t do this! She moaned, then almost screamed. “What are you doing?”

She had felt his hand caress the length of her thigh, then lift her leg and positioned it on top of his.

“I’m just trying to show how your body should be positioned in every step, that’s all!” He said gruffly glaring at her face, his torso almost touching hers, his lips pursed in a straight line.

“No! I can’t do this!” She said, straightening up and distancing herself away from him.

“Why not? It’s just a dance!”

“No, it’s not! Even if it is, I’ve never danced this close to a man before, it’s..it’s demeaning and I feel cheap and humiliated.  And the people who watch it must be all perverts!” She almost spit the words out. her voice shaking with anger.

He stared at her in disbelief. “I didn’t expect to hear that from an artist!”

“Yes, I am an artist but I have my standards and they haven’t fallen so low yet, that I’ll be willing to degrade myself in front of everybody for the sake of a few rupees!” She retorted.

“I don’t believe you are an artist because those words don’t belong in an artist’s vocabulary. Any dance in its purest form is a means to express yourself and it can never be cheap or vulgar.” He said, his eyes gleaming with intensity.

“It becomes so because of people’s perceptions and some  who exploit it for the sole reason of making money. It’s the same for paintings and sculptures–a painter paints first for himself and then for others. No one would come to the gallery if they didn’t feel connected to his work in some fashion. A dancer is similar, the audience doesn’t come to see his or her physical beauty, they come to see the dance because it touches a cord within.”

Khanak was chagrined.”I shouldn’t have said those things, I’ll try to do better later. I’m sorry.” She said bowing her head and heading toward the door.

“No you’re not!”

 Grabbing her hand from behind he tugged at her body so it was flush against his and lifted her up backwards straightening her legs, so she slid off his back down to the ground where she lay flat and gasping.

“Can you do that?” He asked staring down at her. “You have to scissor your legs in the air, and trust your partner completely in that step. That will happen only if you give yourself up to the dance like you did earlier today in the studio.”

Her breath was coming hard and fast and so was his as he pulled her up from the floor, and she was sure it wasn’t just from the strenuous workout. He had that effect on her, when she was with him dance wasn’t the only thing on her mind. His aura, his animal magnetism pulled her singularly towards him, which thrilled and frightened her at the same time. That was the actual reason why she wanted to stay far away from him for being near him drove all rational thought away.

This can’t happen, I have to have better control on myself. It’s because it’s all new and he’s so damn attractive. It will pass with time, I know it will. But first I must get out of here, I can’t stay with him 24/7! She thought.

She saw that he had gone up to the window and was looking out, his long lean back forming the perfect silhouette. Her heart fluttered inside her chest.

Shan pushed his hands down on the window sill. Damnit! Why am I being so harsh? What am I trying to prove? She’s right, she is not used to it and this was just an introduction! She probably has never been this close to a guy before. Maybe she doesn’t even have a boyfriend and here I am forcing her! He didn’t know why but the thought of her being single and unattached made him feel good.

He turned around wanting to apologize. “I think I was too fast over there, it somehow felt I’ve know you for a long time. It made me take liberties that I shouldn’t have.”

He hoped that would be enough. He was a man who had a tough time with the word sorry.

“It’s alright, I should have been better prepared, I knew what I was getting myself into. I need to go now.” She opened the door.

“Where? Where are you going?”

“I have to look for a place to stay like I said yesterday.”

He eyes followed her pensively as she walked out. She’s growing on me already and I don’t know what to do about it.

tbc

Some awesome tango moves

Shall we Dance?

50 thoughts on “Rhythm&Blues Chap 6: Two to TANGO

        1. Simi K. Rao

          There are several cultures here–its a melting pot. We see more of the world here. Even my mother was pleasantly surprised. People are very open and frank here. And the kids have great manners- refreshing. 🙂

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          1. Simi K. Rao

            It’ll hit everywhere at the same time. Btw do enter the incurable insanity giveaway I’ve just posted on the blog and tell your friends too. You could win an ebook 🙂

          2. raghavangokulakrishnan

            hi good morning,I told you i will tell a story I need your honest suggestion,Its a true story.

            one person Ram(name changed) living a life with his wife and his son,not so enjoyable life,but he content with it,one day he meeting his old relative viswa(name changed) in one of their relative death,both exchanging their mobile nos,Ram doesn’t know that mobile is with vishwa’s wife sheetal(name changed),but after 2 weeks sheetal told ram that she only keeping that mobile no and congratulated him for sending nice messages.day by day both their intimacy developed,it has developed more like husband and wife relationship,since both their relatives are common a wedding came in their family,both ram and sheetal lived in different town,they met in their marriage again,before marriage sheetal hubby warned ram not to text her wife.but both are ignoring that,their love blossoms.after marriage along with the married couple ram going to the town where sheetal lived, one day ram called sheetal and told he is on the way to sheetal home.she tried to avoid that but ram wins the battle,on that day sheetal is giving herself to ram. In the meanwhile ram got transfer to sheetal town,both their intimacy and sex developed,these has created bitterness between ram and vishwa.both are not in talking terms now.vishwa has known that some thing between Ram and his wife but not known the full details,sheetal has no guts to say that he needs ram, because she afraid of the society and her parents,brothers.but Ram is ready to come with sheetal even though he faced obstacles.vishwa has ordered his wife not to do messages,he is observing sheetal mobile who is called or who is messaged her.it doesnt went well with sheetal.
            now they are meeting each other twice in a week,ram drops her to the half way place,but both are sex starved persons, earlier sheetal wondered about sex potentials.

            i want to mention about Ram that he used to look girls before and he is a play boy character,but after meeting sheetal and sheetal sex he centered around sheetal only,he meeted all her requirements, every month,function she wore the dress given by ram,he used to give money for her deposits.

            now the problem is she cant come out of her husband,and daughter but ram after seeing her in that position he is also in dillema,ram many a times seeing her dillema and struggle acted as if he is ignoring her,but she threatened her that she will commit suicide.

            as an author how do u go about it??i think I have given another hint for writing another book,In western countries it is common,but countries like India,that girl image will be tarnished.

          3. Simi K. Rao

            Thanks for the suggestion but I usually like to write stories with a strong emotional element–
            As for what attracted them– I don’t know. Its a dumb thing to do and they paid the price for it.

          4. Simi K. Rao

            It’d be hard for me to write because I don’t understand why they did such a thing– if the reason is love it’s ok but not otherwise. I don’t feel any sympathy for either of them.

          5. Simi K. Rao

            But I don’t like the deception and the guy seems to be only focused on sex–That’s sickening. I’d never write or read a book like that even if it is real.

          6. Simi K. Rao

            I’m sorry but I don’t feel any sympathy for either of them– in fact I feel bad for both their families. They are both adults– they should know better. What they did was selfish and immature–they are not teenagers. I don’t want to discuss this anymore.

          7. raghavangokulakrishnan

            Simi i too don’t want to discuss it any more.because its their personal life.they are grown ups. They know which is better for them.i know the families where people are acting because their society will scold them.They knew their responsibility. People. Living life because their marriage was arranged by parents and then they are regretting. AS YOU RIGHTLY SAID IN EARLIER. BLOG INDIA IS MALE DOMINATED SOCIETY.
            What will u call if the samething happen in USA will you call it as women’s freedom? ????????

          8. Simi K. Rao

            The definition doesn’t change just because its the US– it’s just as bad. Only thing is that people don’t talk as much.
            Women should be free but not irresponsible.

          9. Simi K. Rao

            I wanted to study more, that’s why I came here and I do service by my work. I donate to charities. Do you?
            You dont know me well enough to judge me. And please dont call me dude.

  1. jaisyjazz

    awwww the dance hayeee i love it 😉
    khanak is from conservative family phir suddenly this much closeness toh difficulty toh hogi to adjust but i trust khanak she will manage very well 🙂
    i love shan’s support eeekkkssss both r going through same feelings for each other 🙂
    love the last line of shan “She’s growing on me already and I don’t know what to do about it.”
    plzz update soon simi 🙂

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  2. Sarada

    It is very nice to see update of Rhythm&Blues.
    Khanak is a woman of substance.
    Thank You Simi for creating positive, assertive women (Ruhi, Khanak and Naina (AW) (I hope I remembered her name correctly)

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  3. aasma

    after sooo long u updated was scrolling through my gmail and saw this was going to entirely miss thank god never lol

    even thiugh she comes from a conservative family she nows this is part of her job!
    the feelings are getting mutual!
    x

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  4. Sudhaguda

    Lovely Update
    Khanak thinks whether Shaan likes her performance or not….. He is fida of your dance miss 🙂
    Loved the way she practiced dance immersed herself into it and Shaan watched and praised her too …… So sweet
    Khanak is from a conservative family and it is difficult for her to dance in that much closeness but now she knows and accepted it as a part of her job
    ShaNak dance is so hot…….. Shaan and Khanak are going through same feelings for each other 😉
    Loved these lines :-
    “His aura, his animal magnetism pulled her singularly towards him, which thrilled and frightened her at the same time. That was the actual reason why she wanted to stay far away from him for being near him drove all rational thought away.”
    “She’s growing on me already and I don’t know what to do about it.”

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