Raghavendra yashwanth (01464725)
The Ball Dance
It all happened during the end of my 7th grade exams when we were poring over our textbooks and suddenly out of nowhere one of my friends slams the door open, screaming “The Jig is on Saturday”; after that everyone stopped studying and started discussing with each other about the announcement. But I had no clue what was going on, so did a little bit of research on the “jig” and came to know some shocking news about it. There I had my halo of worries started.
The Lawrence school, Lovedale is a pretty old school established in 1858. It was one of the finest and the most scenic schools in the country. That’s where I belonged to till my high school was completed in 2009. It’s a tradition of our school to have dance events at the end of every year which was called the Jam and Jig; where the former was like a rock and roll party with informal dress whereas the latter was strictly formal and not knowing how to ball dance was like a taboo in our school.
When the time had come; we were all set with our suits and ties and the hooting’s of joy have already started in the corridors. As we were walking towards the assembly hall we could hear rock music being blasted over the roof to pump up the adrenaline rush in us. But it did not have any effect in me as I was tensed about the dance. The main problem was that I did not know how to dance. I even feared that my friends would know it. We entered in to the hall and the floor was filled with balloons, charts pasted on the walls picturing cartoon characters dancing and ribbons hanging from the ceiling; we went up to a corner of the hall waiting for the girls to come and as they entered; our jaws dropped down to the floor. “The wait was worth it”, we whispered to each other.
As the classical music began we were suppose to ask a girl for a dance and that’s where my nightmare started. I went up to a girl and asked for a dance and she accepted and as we were walking to the...