Bolly in China…

I got my first invite to a desi party in China last weekend and I was obviously thilled! After a hiatus of more than three months, my hips were aching to do the thumkas, sway to jhankaar beats and do what I do best – be a crazy desi girl.

‘Beer, Bollywood and Curry...' said the invitation, and it was only natural for me to anticipate an overdose of melodramatic Bollygiri…But, it turned out that I was competing with the Hindi film, Saawariya, to be the only Bollywood export at the party! And I can proudly say – I whipped RK’s taut derriere into a nice froth!

The audience, comprising mainly of Argentineans and Australians didn’t seem too impressed with their introduction to Bollywood – a painstakingly slow and poor rendition of Fyodor Dostoevsky's White Nights. But, they did seem impressed that someone who didn’t look like she had anything to do with Bollywood, was the only person actually following the movie in its original language – all others were reading the subtitles (of which you cannot expect much in China!).

There were four Indians at the party, including myself. One was a Canadian Indian, another Malayasian Indian and yet another, Australian Indian – all of whom did not understand or speak Hindi. So, here I was, the Indian Chinese explaining to others what the dialogues meant!!!

To think of it, I actually whipped RK’s fanny into fresh cream. Had I drubbed it a little more, it would be fit for consumption on a sumptuous cake. And, all that without performing my desi girl antics!