As I stand here in the middle of the dance floor at my brother's wedding, listening to the very Punjabi bhangra music blasting on the wall speakers, I walk the fine line between being conservative Indian - those of Ivy League chemical engineering PhD's, of having no less than 50 cousins, of spending every spare moment in life with family - and being a Westerner, coolly expressing my ever-apparent condescending attitude towards those of the East, …
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…looking like a fool, given I have only danced one other day in my life (at my sister's wedding), my friend Matt, who my parents decided to invite, walks up to me and says, disdainfully, "Whoa... you Indians really have no idea how to dance". And with that, I push him out of the way, start twitching my shoulders in sync with the music, and start dancing away to the addictive sounds of Bhangra Beatz.