Mazala Salza

Hello people, I am writing my book 2 and it is called as Mazala Salza. The central theme of the book is going to my favorite dance form Salsa and this is going to be the first time where I am going to have more than 8 central characters. This whole process of writing as a third person and thinking as a man/men is also very challenging for me. In the following weeks I intend to introduce the other characters of the book but first allow me to introduce my favorite character in the book, Vikram Arora.

PS. This is the first draft so forgive me if you find any grammatical errors.

VIKRAM ARORA, 24

That night was a crazy night. Crazy and a beautiful night. Crazy was not because of the three beers that Vikram had (he could have eight beers at one go) but it was because of that one crazy not-so-salsa-yet-almost-salsa dance that he had with a woman named Sylvia. The reason why it was beautiful was because she made him smile. Sylvia’s body seemed to have an innate fragrance and when it became amalgamated with her deodorant, the earthy aroma was intoxicating. He was smiling even when he hit the sack at 2am. Sleep had betrayed him but the smile didn’t.

Vikram had danced with more women than he could remember but he was able to remember clearly, the way tiny streams of glimmering sweat trickling down her neck and then vanishing down into her cleavage, when he held her close while dancing. The bad boy in him had wanted to trace the sweat streams with his tongue but then it was only the gentleman in him who was dancing with her. He thought that he was dancing with a beginner but within a short while he was rather stunned by the natural sensuality of her moves and her contagious enthusiasm. Vikram had never seen such a combination of quality in a person before. He enjoyed watching her as she let the rhythm take over her body and loved moving to her rhythm. Sylvia was not beautiful is a classical sense but she seemed to have a distinctive personality which would be hard to miss anywhere. While dancing, Vikram could also not help but notice her mouth and the way she bit her lower lip while doing a shimmy. And Vikram could have bet on his pants that he had never seen anything or anyone so sexy.

Vikram was inexorable on the dance floor. For him, the whole world was a dance floor. He is the kind of who would mind dancing on the dance floor or in a crowded café or in a dingy street or by the beach or on the bed (oh, yes, the bed!) or in the public toilet. He could never really dance by the counts because for him, dancing was all about the musicality of the song. Since he was so attuned to rhythm of the dance, it appeared that he was dancing to the perfect count of 1-2-3,5-6-7. At times while doing that, there would be a wickedly delicious smile on his face and he would think to himself that he had pulled off an awfully impossible con job in the world. This smile of his would often be misinterpreted by the lady with whom he is dancing, as a lustful smile. Some were flattered and some were scared. Vikram wondered what Sylvia thought of him.

And talking about women, Vikram Arora now thought that he could figure out women easily. It was very simple according to him. There were only two kinds of women. The first kind of women were the ones that he had impressed with his moves. They would repeatedly ask him to dance, look at him with long batting eyelashes, follow his every move over the dance floor, smile at him more than necessary, ask for his phone number, ask him out for coffee, (sometimes, to come over their place for a hot cuppa and more.), through a few direct sexual innuendoes and finally one rather desperate older lady in Kyoto said”I want to have your baby, just be the sperm donor.”. They more they did that, they more he became determined to save his chastity belt (by the way he has been looking for that since college.). Alright, Vikram was neither a pricey saint nor a punk-as sinner but he definitely was not a virgin.

Ever since Vikram became prominent in the national and in the international Salsa scene he had women drooling, reeling and literally tripping over him. He started dancing when he was twenty-two and within ten months of dancing he had participated in the Asia Pacific Salsa Championships with his dance partner Katie and won in the Amateur category. After that Vikram and Katie had won the Australian Open Championship and the Kyoto Asian Open Championship. And after that Vikram came into the limelight in the Salsa scene and has stayed in it. This was pleasantly surprising for him because he was a painfully shy, plump kid in school and he would blush and turn beet red if he were to speak the girls of his class.

Now that brings us back to his second category of women, whom he called as Queen B type. These were the women who would play very hard to get whether or not they were worth it. His partner Katie was one of them. She would act as though he was invisible after the practice sessions and completely ignore him on the social dance floor. Vikram would often wonder how it would be if he were to take her down by the jugular and throttle her till she turned purple. That thought made him feel good and it made him smile. Vikram was a smart guy; he had other ways of taking it out on Katie. Though Vikram had great balance and even better reflex in place he would deliberately drop Katie down during the lifts n tricks session during the practice hours. He would simple say, “Chill, buddy!!” and walk out with no remorse. This gave him enormous satisfaction. He would wish that all the Queens B’s should be lifted up in a 100ft tall crane and should be dropped down.

Sylvia was introduced as the cousin of Anjana, a fellow salsero. It appeared that she loved dancing with him. He was sure that he got the vibe that she was so into him. He was sure that she would gesture to ask her again to dance but that did not happen. Vikram had also read somewhere that women related dancing to sex and he was absolutely sure that she wouldn’t be able to be equally sensuous with all the other men that she would be dancing with. He was wrong again. She was equally sensuous with all the men who had asked her to dance with them. Perhaps, she was unconscious about her sensuality. Vikram, on the dance floor, never had considered any man as his competitor but that night, he felt a little threatened. Was it because of the fact that he might lose out Sylvia to another man? He was not too sure and he tried to calm that feeling. After a long time, his eyes were shamelessly following the moves of a woman all around the floor. Vikram was intrigued; he was determined to know more about Sylvia. And he was so sure that he was going back home with her number. Yet again that did not happen that night. Sylvia seemed to have vanished into the thin night.  He thought to himself that the chase was on.