My longing

...of learning dance has finally materialized. Last Saturday was my first shot at it and my attempt was pretty decent. The dance trainer is a pep young lady with neat build, which in itself was a motivation for ladies who have blown out of proportion. However she dared call us aunties and I snapped back saying that we will ditch the class if she persisted in calling us that grrrr... Hey, we are no AUNTIES! We are 30–35 year old, young, vibrant ladies who are willing to give jazz a shot before the trainer strikes us with the word "grandma". She did admit that we rocked after our first round of Jazz steps though couple of them trained in classical dance had trouble figuring out the difference between bharatnatyam and jazz. Well, the combination was hilarious. To keep our spirits up, the trainer devised a plan for us. First would be to tone our bodies, which did enthuse many of us visualizing in our teen stature. This did prove the fact that, however old one may get we definitely want to stay young and the trainer played with the right card. Good start, huh? The second plan was to sprinkle our bodies with some grace, which can be achieved by rotating our hips (not tummy as most of us have buried our hip under the tummy). Now the trainer is faced with some real challenge ahead. If she succeeds, I will give you all her email ID.