Marjawa...

Rhea sat mesmerized as the song 'Marjawa' from the flick 'Fashion' played with all the finer sound effects in the multiplex. How much life gets different when one watches events/people/scenes roll by on the big screen. Its was as if she was on the stage doing the catwalk. In reality though she couldn't possibly wear all those stuff. Why do they look so majestic on the screen..the dresses? And she couldn't bring herself to wear them in front of people who mattered to her. With strangers what the heck ? She could, well yes she could wear with quite a good deal of confidence. And the hills, trees, the lakes they look so enchanting on the screen too. Why couldn't life be the way its shown? Why should it be just for three hours ?

She was very fond of fashion shows and participated in her college. She remembered the first time she did the cat walk in her college. She had been on the top of the world when the crowd cheered and she looked very good in the outfit she wore. Well she would get herself into every dance and song event in the school and college annual days. That's what she liked most. Annual Days when everything else was put aside including studies and all the focus was on the performances and the preperations would be so colourful. The apprehension on the participant's faces combined with the expectancy of looking entirely different in the various dresses that was selected for them. How lovely her 6th std photograph looked though black and white, she in Radha's dress--all red and brocade with red bangles with gold interspersed, the golden thread bordered chunni on her head. Actually she was the 4th girl from the 1st in the group dance, when while practising, one of the teacher had remarked,'Who's that 4th girl? Bring her at the front. Her steps are good and the teacher had whispered into her colleague's ears, 'She looks beautiful too'. Wow! How many times one gets to hear that 'beautiful' word? She had been elated and it showed on her face in the photograph. Then there was the bhangda which she had enjoyed immensely. The beats on the congo were rhythmic and she would dance like she was in a trance. She used to envy the guys playing the instrument. The tabla and like players always impressed her and she was easily swayed by their finger taps. She had understood well when Sonali Jalota had married the tablist Roop kumar Rathod.

Why can't life be one full 'Annual Day'? She sighed watching the film once again. She remembered how much she had enjoyed watching 'Flashdance' with her best pals at one of her best friend's house. They had sumptuous lunch which aunty had prepared and sat on the couch, the three of them, pulling all the curtains creating the soft light effect in the hot afternoon, and the AC cooling the room, they watched and were thrown off by Irene Cara's 'What a feeling'. That's being in zone girl, she told herself. Kash she could get those moments back. Not that she hadn't those kinda moments now. She did but still... Coming back she started enjoying 'Kuch khaas hai...' My ! what a day ! I must watch this once again, she told herself. She was like that. She liked to re-do a lot many things that she liked. The movie over, she left the 'plex the songs humming at the back of her mind, came into the lobby and as usual mingled into the departing crowd. She didn't know about them, but she was on the ramp tapping to the beats of 'ye jalwa'...