Dancer from Diwali the other night… from a contemporary Indian troupe, doing a modern version of the bhangra… I find the bhangra to be the most joyous of dances, reckless abandon, dancing like a child who hasn’t been taught not to. Also found in the Jewish hora and Ukrainian trepak and maybe some others I don’t know about… but definitely not in the world I was raised in.
Men didn’t dance unless they were forced… Indeed, my mother always said she knew she had made a terrible mistake marrying my father on the second day of their marriage. They honeymooned at the Waldorf Astoria and Guy Lombardo was playing at the Terrace Bar on the roof. She got up and pulled him to the dance floor. He pulled back and said he didn’t have to dance anymore now that they were married. My Dad could not possibly have understood the joys of the bhangra – which was a real shame… On the other hand – there’s no harm in me imagining him doing it – pretty hilarious!