It is a battlefield. The stage is set, the dance floor looks inviting and the props are ready. It is every man for himself especially when he/she is dancing in a group. The wedding dancers as you know, come in two varieties – the paid and the unpaid. In this piece, the unpaid lot takes the cake, as it is a lot more fun to watch the exploited.

Stalking used to be fun. Cell phones ruined everything. Take the apologetic stalker - a pockmarked, pot bellied and man whose belly rumbles when he, yet he knows his manners - “Excuse me, I am really sorry but I want to give you a French kiss, thank you.”