Bhangra
Dance Showcase Joins Cultures, Generations
Hip-Hopping To a Hindi Beat
Bhangra Dance Showcase Joins Cultures, Generations
By Sarah Kaufman
Washington Post Staff Writer
Monday, March 30, 1998; Page C01
Blame it on the bhangra.
Anita Saleem's strict Pakistani parents forbid her to date, or
even to talk to boys other than family-approved companions. But
on this warm Saturday night, she and her friend Fareesa Khalil,
both 18, lean against the railing on the steps of Constitution
Hall, enjoying a mischievous taste of freedom. Their parents are
inside at the Bhangra Blowout -- an annual competition among 12
colleges in bhangra dancing, a vigorous, acrobatic Indian folk
art.
The wind whips Saleem's dark hair around her face. Her eyes are
full of laughter. "I love the dancing -- the dancing's awesome,"
she says.
In recent years, fueled by the restless children of Indian immigrants
in Britain, bhangra has morphed into a club phenomenon. Deejays
have mixed its distinctive racing drumbeat with reggae, hip-hop
and techno elements.
For Saleem and Khalil, the Bhangra Blowout is a chance for a
rare night out. Something hip enough for them, and homey enough
for their parents.
As reggae gave black youth a connection to their roots in the
African diaspora, bhangra links young, Westernized South Asians
with their native land. "It offers the opportunity to do
something that's relevant to them in terms of tempo and keep their
own traditions alive," says dance historian Sally Sommer,
an associate professor at Duke University. "It bridges what's
necessary for someone who's young. You keep your own traditions
and you carve your own space."
The bhangra rage has spilled into sizable Indian communities
around the country. George Washington University's Bhangra Blowout,
now in its fifth year, came close to filling the 3,700-seat Constitution
Hall. Inside the theater the atmosphere is pure camp. The University
of Illinois at Urbana-Champaign is the first team to compete;
their entrance is heralded by the wrestling cry of "Let's
get ready to rrruuummmble!"
It's a rather inauspicious beginning -- the dancers are somewhat
hesitant and out of sync. Still, the elements of the dance, which
originated in the Punjab region of northern India and Pakistan
-- are there: The bouncy hops from one leg to the other, as if
there's hot sand underfoot. The arms, waving high overhead as
if greeting far-off friends -- Hey, hey! We're over here! The
shoulders, heaving and shrugging with heavy thrusts. The wrists,
flicking and rolling, while glittering scarves hooked around the
fingers snap and flutter.
The University of Maryland team -- last year's winner -- adds
a little Las Vegas, with flashing colored lights and long sequined
vests for the men, over the traditional wrap skirt. Two dancers
beat on two-sided dhols, long drums slung from the neck. Then
a syncopated reggae beat takes over. In the furious pace of the
dance, one man's turban keeps slipping over his eyes, eventually
unraveling completely and settling around his neck.
Cornell's team incorporates one of the harder techno beats; the
women swish their hips fiercely. The University of Pennsylvania
makes a strong impression with black and orange costumes. Clean
and precise, they end with a pair of men handspringing across
the stage.
Just before the first half ends, Penn Masala, "the only
Hindi a cappella group in the country," performs popular
Indian songs, breaking up the audience with spoofs. They're joined
by a rap singer named Nimo. "Everyone knows South Asian is
India and Pakistan," he announces. "But what about Sri
Lanka, Bangladesh and Nepal? I wanna give out some love to them
as well."
Backstage at intermission, emcee Darshana Lele is fidgeting nervously
while her magnificent magenta and gold sari is being redraped
by Shruti Date. "I'm not used to wearing one," Lele
confesses, breathless from excitement. "She has like 500
pins in it," mutters Date around several safety pins clenched
in her teeth. "Usually moms can carry it off without the
pins."
In an offstage holding room, the dancers of the all-female University
of North Carolina team -- last year's runner-up -- are practicing
yoga to calm their nerves. Alexis Frankel is the lone Caucasian
on the team. She was lured into bhangra, she says, by her Indian
friends. "We're all very close and it's a big part of their
culture, so it became a part of my culture." Besides, she
says, "it's exhilarating."
The biggest challenge tonight, though, has been concentrating
while her school was playing Utah in basketball. "We keep
running to the security guard's office to watch it on TV."
The Georgetown University team -- the next to perform -- is going
over its routine in the hallway, parrying long wooden sticks that
hark back to the warrior strain of the Punjabi culture, from which
bhangra sprang. Team member Brendan Varma says he learned to dance
the bhangra only this year. "It brings us all together as
South Asians," he says. "It unifies us and makes us
proud of our heritage."
Out in the lobby, dancers who have already competed are mingling
with friends. "I've pulled four or five all-nighters in a
row," sputters Vikal Kapoor, 19, of the University of Maryland
team. "I haven't eaten all day. But when you get onstage,
your adrenaline is rushing." Why has he taken up bhangra?
"Nothing is more sweet than victory," says the finance
major.
Competitiveness, he says, is central to both the Indian culture
and the art of bhangra. "Our parents engrave it in us when
we're young, to do well in school, so when we get the opportunity
to do it in dance we go for it."
The second half swings underway. The Massachusetts Institute
of Technology follows Georgetown with a performance that's notable
for its vigorous precision. They use traditional recorded music,
with no remix, but that's not to say the dancing lacks attitude.
The women sway like sea grass, then snap their hips with sass.
Lines of dancers weave in and out. One man does a little breakdancing,
spiraling on the floor on his fingertips and toes.
They are followed by UNC, the University of Michigan, Johns Hopkins
and the University of Texas.
The Texans open up with a breakdancer in a sweat suit twisting
himself up like a pretzel on the floor, whirling his legs overhead.
As the all-male team marches onstage brandishing fluorescent orange
sticks, the breakdancer scampers off in mock fear. Like many of
the other teams, this one incorporates hip-hop and club-style
dancing with the heaving shoulders and bobbing heads of traditional
bhangra. One dancer stands on two others' shoulders and launches
himself over the head of another dancer to land on the stage.
The audience whistles, stomps and roars its approval.
"It's hard growing up in the States as first-generation
Indians, with parents who are 100 percent Indian," says Texas
team member Anirbhan Ghosh, 21, panting in the hallway after his
performance. "It's hard to keep your culture alive unless
you put forth the effort." His fellow dancers are mostly
seniors, he says, making this performance "our last hurrah
-- it'll be really hard not having these opportunities to dance."
Kiran Devisetty, executive chair of the Blowout, comes onstage
to name the winners. He greets the audience with shouts of "Bhalle,
bhalle!" (Punjabi for "hey, hey," one of the dancers
helpfully explains) and announces that MIT is runner-up and the
University of Texas is the winner. The two teams storm the stage
with hoots and shouts, stamping their sticks and jumping into
one another's arms. The Texans gallantly announce they're donating
their check to GWU's Asian Women's Self-Help Association, a crisis
center that benefited from the concert.
It was the mix of old and new that sealed it for them, says Navjot
Singh, one of the three judges. "I liked their creativity,
the way they mixed both the Indian style and the rap."
After the Blowout, the crowd moved on to a party, called a zindagi,
at the Old Post Office Pavilion. It was slow to get rolling, but
after an hour or so the dance floor swelled with young Indians
swaying to the infectious bhangra remixes. The women had traded
their traditional attire for tight pants and tummy-baring tops,
or miniskirts and platform heels. There were many more men than
women, though; clumps of turbaned heads congregated on the dance
floor or at nearby tables.
Just about everyone was moving, shimmying, swaying -- the bhangra
beat demands it. Down by the Indian Delight food stall, past a
barrier of tables and chairs marking off the party zone, the roiling
rhythms had even the maintenance workers shaking their hips. ---http://www.eecs.harvard.edu/~rad/mit-bhangra/washingtonpost-march98.html
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