A certain company in Dubai is asking employees to “dance” their recession blues away.
“Dance is the best way to beat stress,” argued ESA, a close friend.
I floated the idea to my colleagues.
“I am drowning in a sea of distress. My hubby’s pay has been cut and allowances slashed. I know some steps in Bharatnatyam. Will it work? asked a colleague.
“Try it out,” I suggested.
“Old man, would you like to join the dance? It takes two to tango,” asked another.
“Look at yourself in the mirror,” I answered the 40-plus woman. Hey, don’t stare at me like that. I react that way whenever some snob calls me “Old Man.”
One suggested we all go for a ballet session. The list kept expanding.
Jazz, Hip-hop, novelty, lap dancing…
“We are in Middle East. How about belly dancing?” asked one.
“I know none of these,” complained another.
“Do not lie. You know at least one dance that works wonders for you,” I replied.
“Dancing to your wife’s tune.”