Pappu can't dance

My parents called me "Pappu" when I was young. Ever since I attained adulthood I've made sure no-one else calls me by that name anymore. Unfortunately nicknames - like old lovers - have a tendency to catch up, when you least expect them to.

Over the last couple of months - I've been press-ganged to a Latin American Dance class on alternate days. Its an hour long class and most students pick up enough dance steps to be confident in a couple of weeks. I however am unlike most students...

I have been told that my steps remind people of Sunny Deol. I took that as a compliment until a quick look at the mirror disabused me of that notion. My rendition of a "Quick-Quick-Slow" Salsa Step most resembled the Nazi Goose Step. Alas I have been afflicted with two-left feet syndrome coupled with congential tone-deafness.

This Pappu really can't dance.