Tunak Punjabi

Say what you may, claim that you are a die-hard follower of the grunge rock or the underground pop-mania from the UK, but you all shake a leg to the good old beats of tunak-tunak Punjabi J Its downright infectious, and I have seen it so many times back in college! Play good old Metallica and angst-ridden Nirvana, you will have one section of the crowd trying hard to impress others by their junkie-rock-addict acts of trying to do manic air-guitaring, while banging their heads to non-existent rhythms. (Those honky mothafuckas get up the next morning and complain to me of severe neck pain!!)Don’t get me wrong, I pay homage to the musical greats like them too. But dude, come the beats of a phamous Punjabi song, you cannot stop those legs from shaking or the hips from doing the jhatkas. The entire sea of human bodies starts to move in an unconscious rhythm that is hard to play down. It’s so fucking unbeatable not to unconsciously twitch that hand, or at least (for the craven shy ones) move their heads, then slowly get into the act by throwing a leg and arm in the air imitating the phamous Bhangra, when you listen to the lovely rhythm of Nagada Nagada (If my limited Punjabi/Hindi ain’t wrong, the word means drums, and drums they be, beating out lovely and sonorous through the song). The body base instincts take over and you don’t really have to consciously do the slow gyrations like you do for the DJ’s best act from London School of Sound, but get into the act. Throw it all to the winds and dance like no one’s watching.
Long live ding-ding-ding-ding Ding! Nagada, Nagada, nagada bajaa! Ruk kyon gaye, Bajao!!