Sax Move: Hindi Sax

When the song finally crashed into a final, honking crescendo, the crowd cheered. Rohan was drenched in sweat, his cement feet replaced by jelly. The girl walked over, still doing that side-to-side shimmy.

Around him, the dance floor was a riot of colors—bhangra kicks melting into hip-hop glides, all set to a thumping DJ who specialized in “mashup mayhem.� His best friend, Priya, was currently killing a routine to a remix of “Bole Chudiyan� with a saxophone solo dropped in the middle. That’s when Rohan heard it: the cue. Hindi Sax Sax Move

The beat dropped. A deep, wobbly bass line fused with a Bollywood brass section, and over the top, a sultry, wild saxophone wailed. The crowd went feral. Everyone started doing… something. Arms flailed like octopus tentacles, hips moved in ways that defied anatomy, and everyone was shouting, “Sax! Sax! Move!� When the song finally crashed into a final,

“ Aaah haaii… Hindi Sax Sax Move! � the DJ screamed into the mic. Around him, the dance floor was a riot

“No,� she laughed. “That was the Rohan Rohan Rohan Move.� She held out a hand. “I’m Meera. And you just won the night.�

Rohan Verma had a problem. It was a Friday night, he was at the biggest college fusion party of the year, and his feet were made of cement.