A song and 'naach' about dance halls
Supreme Court order won’t let Mumbai rock round the clock.
That the political class should take a dim view of devotees of Terpsichore, the Muse of dancing, belies the belief that our elected representatives have perfected the art of tripping the light fantastic, particularly in an era of coalitions in which it takes two, or more, to tango, and failure to find a partner could leave one doing a solo faux trot. Moreover, having led voters on a pre-poll merry dance of loan waivers and similar come-hither mudras, once in power, our neo-netas are likely to have a ball at the taxpayer’s expense, administering their voters a metaphoric slap in the face. The cautionary nursery rhyme says it all, ‘ Naach karo, bandar,/ Paisa milega./ Paisa nahin, kuchh nahin,/ Thappad milega!