Many, many years ago when I forced myself to step onto a dance floor and found that my body was not actually nimble, nor my steps exactly rhythmic, I found that miming the musicians and their melodies gave me a dignity of sorts.

What I would do is wait for a mad bout of guitaring or drumming or even playing of the flute. And the moment that would solo, I’d launch into a rather energetic mime replicating the moves I imagined the musicians themselves made when they recorded that particular riff.

Quite a few of us of the two left feet variety adopted this technique of hiding our inadequacies and obviously we were not the only people in the world with that particular problem. Because we soon realised that not only was the practice rampant, but it also had a name…Air Guitaring…or Air Drumming or whatever. And in fact there are today Air Guitaring championships held in various corners of the earth.

Air Guitaring is simple, quite simple really. All you do is shut your eyes and begin to imagine that you are this rock star guitarist, hold up an imaginary guitar and strum your fingers on those imaginary strings on a hastily assembled fret board. And do all of that hopefully in sync with the song being played. Similarly drumming in mid air onto a celestial (or invisible) drum kit is another interesting hobby.

Over the years people have stopped looking at us as freaks and in fact are today quite comfortable with the sight of a depraved head banger air guitaring his or way to ecstasy.

But when the concept is extended and begins to include raw sex, the mind begins to boggle. Take a look at this clip from the Telugu Movie starring Ram Charan Tej and Tamanna.

Watch Closely…his hands move in very suggestive ways

The philosophy of the entire dance, the wet rain dance look notwithstanding, and even if we were to ignore the almost naked back of the girl, is for the male to enact all the sexual foreplay moves in his repertory.

For example, the ‘squeeze the breast’ move is a rhythmic thumping of her chest even before her dimensions reach that hemisphere. His hands drum onto her hips and butt and her pelvic thrusts are almost in response to his self ego pounding her into reaction.

Is that all that is left of graceful dance moves that each of us is familiar with and proud of. Is this Kamasutra in pulsating tune, the education we share with our masses?

I for one am appalled. Titillated for sure, but APPALLED.

What about you?