Prisca and I met at Dance Complex in Cambridge for our first Salsa class. "I'm kaki bangku, you know that, right?" I asked Prisca as we sat on hard-bench at reception area at the complex. As we taking off the winter boots and putting more comfortable shoes, we watched a rather heavy traffic on the stairways. Men and women in various types of dancing gears ran, jogged, trotted, limped, strutted and swayed their way up and down the stairs.
"Don't worry, I have two left foot too, and I don't think we are alone."
She was absolutely right. When Matie, our instructor asked us how many of us are beginners? 2/3 of us raised our hands.
The thing with salsa is, you don't have to know the step, as soon as you hear the salsa song, your body immediately responds to the rhythm, even you have two left foot (When I said you, I meant ME).
One hour later, I learned to move my right foot and left foot: front, back, right and left. But when I looked into the mirror I couldn't help laughing at myself, my stiffed upper body like a cardboard. But hey, I survived the first class.
Oh, actually it was Joget. Har har. The inang is a bit more lembut. Joget a bit more rancak. Otherwise they both are about the same. Not sure how to describe it, but the hands movement for the man is like mendayung sampan...
It was fun then. Took me places. But hate the make-up... :-P Imagine a 12-year-old boy coming back from a school performance to his kampung home with full make-up. They say it was necessary in order for the TV cameras to capture our faces... :-P
Posted by: Gurindam Jiwa | April 07, 2011 at 12:33 AM
Still remember the Inang steps?
Posted by: sitiaishah | March 29, 2011 at 09:06 AM
I represented my primary school in Tarian Inang. Opppsss... he he...
Posted by: Gurindam Jiwa | March 26, 2011 at 10:14 AM