Although some of you who know me might be surprised to hear this, I was considered nearly tone-deaf for much of my childhood. I think it all started when I went to see my very first movie in a theater - Annie - and although I remember being a little intimidated by the whole theater experience (and quite upset by the mere concept of someone as horrible to children as Miss Hannigan), I ADORED the movie and spent weeks (months? years?) wandering the house "singing" The Sun'll Come Out Tomorrow and It's a Hard Knock Life at the maximum volume producible by my little 3-year-old lungs. The only problem was (according to my mother) I pretty much had a "high" note and a "low" note, whereas those songs obviously have quite a few rather specific notes and you can imagine they might suffer a bit in the simplification.
Happily, I was oblivious to my own caterwauling and thus began a life-long passion for musicals. Not like a listened-to-soundtracks-all-through-middle-school or tried-out-for-every-musical-theater-production or had-posters-of-Broadway-musicals-all-over-my-room kind of passion, but the kind of passion that makes me love India forever in spite of all its flaws because India has... Bollywood!
Through the magic of You Tube on our TV, I've recently been cheering myself and the kids up on cold, miserable, don't-want-to-go-outside days by dancing like a crazy person along with my favorite numbers. I'm tickled to say that Shmoogie started really walking all over the place the day after our first Bollywood bash. This was clearly the final reason she needed to focus on moving around while upright. (That and carrying bags. She loves carrying bags.)
I dare you to try it! The only rules are (1) stand up before you press play and (2) DANCE AS IF NO ONE WERE WATCHING!!! (Honestly, it's probably better if there really ISN'T anyone watching...)
See, wasn't that awesome? (Don't worry about the ending - just the required Bollywood pathos.*)
*If you really want to know, the guy who falls down at the end is the demi-god of Bollywood, Shahrukh Khan, who in this movie plays an affably loveable hunk with a secret (and mysterious) heart condition that he knows will soon kill him. He sadly falls in love at first sight with innocent, hardworking, slightly sad Priety Zinta, but stoically refuses to acknowledge his feelings to her even though she is also in love with him, because he knows he can't be with her for long in this life and wants her to be happily settled without him (because he loves her so much). Khan orchestrates a romance between his love and another guy, which results in their marriage (this dance scene is part of the lengthy festivities). In the end, the true story and motivations of all three become known to each other (before Khan dies and - I think - before the wedding) and the movie ends with a sob-enducing flash-forward to the husband and wife as an old happy couple talking about how Khan made their whole wonderful life together possible. (The husband seems to have no problem with having been appointed the guardian-in-this-life of his wife, who Khan explicitly told him would be his again in every other incarnation, which... well... I think that would have played out a bit differently in a western movie.)