Baazigar – Week 14 : Goa
Grace is no one's private property or entitlement. It is not inherited nor passed on. It does not come by design or power. It just comes to a person when he finds that equilibrium between peace and confidence. It's not limited to expensive ballroom parties and exotic beach escapades. It is not monopolised by the long-legged, the well-heeled and the well-trained. And finding grace is a matter of chance. If you are seeking it, you may as well find it in a non-descript sailors' bar by the sea front, among old men, drunk at 10am, doing the samba to a Konkani number. You can't help but feel jealous of how well they do it. More importantly, how much joy they find in it. Here are fat, old men, in their dirty tshirts and soiled shorts, without a dancing partner, doing the samba that would have shamed most yuppie kids trying to learn the dance at expensive dance studios in Bombay and Delhi. They try to teach grace here in Goa as well - at the gymkhanas and schools and colleges - and while anyone can dance, not everyone can do it gracefully and give as much pleasure to the watcher as to the doer.
