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ShareWhen we first heard that she was coming, different people reacted differently. Some started sweating profusely, some started screaming with joy, some broke into a prayer. I, of course, took a more seasoned and mature option. I started rolling on the floor, whilst simultaneously breaking into a song about numbers. Only Madhuri Dixit could have had this effect on our entire office.
All across the office that morning, people greeted each other in what the United Nations Charter on page 127, paragraph two, terms as the 'Madhuri Greeting'. This is done by moving both your hips in a circular manner until your hips or anyone below three feet three inches starts feeling dizzy.
At 12 in the afternoon, a bright noon light hit the office (later we found out that the construction workers had opened the roof), the majestic Madhuri swayed in. Madhuri stood out from her entourage for two reasons--one she was easily the prettiest of the group and secondly, she was the only woman.
After completing the formalities, we exchanged notes on dancing. Actually, I showed her my steps, which left her horrified. She then showed me that the 'Madhuri moves' were still intact.
As I followed my producer Kaushik's brief, which was to refrain from stamping on Madhuri's feet, I realised that I was in the presence of a special talent. Here I'm referring of course to young Kaushik's talent who is known to make even furniture emote.
This by itself is not so strange when you realise that he grew up in an antique store. Meanwhile, Madhuri and I danced the evening away, our dhak dhak being heard from Mahim to Mumbra .
As Madhuri left, I couldn't help thinking if in some another lifetime we shared one spirit. Here, once again I'm referring to Kaushik and myself. Now, let me brush up on my 'Ek do teen'.
