Friday, September 25, 2009
Korba Ka Garba
No funny boy, no silly girl. No hunk, neither any babe. No sign of any jeans or top seeking any appreciation. Nothing hot, nothing cool. Only a sea of 16-somethings with their finest possible look doing their best with the help of a pair of sticks and some rhythmic steps. You look at their steps, they are so amateur. Look into someone's eyes, they are so cold. Look all of them together, they give an impression of commitment. Now, spread your glance on the onlookers, they give some legitimacy to an otherwise cold seduction. On the flip side, you tend to realise the declining sex ratio of this country.
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