Dance Schools in Delhi not classical but Salsa, bollywood, ball etc..?

Question

Not looking for Classical Dance Schools. Looking for a Dance School like Shiamak Davar's for Example.

Answer 1

For Salsa, there is a club and a website salsaindia.com where in you can find all the details about the classes and the venues where in the classes are held. This has been started by Kaytie, master of salsa danceform. these might be bit expensive but they are the best in salsa.

For other forms like western and bollywood ishtyle, there are always Shiamak Davar Classes held in few schools in Delhi for all age groups and also Ashley Lobo dance classes.

Cheers!!

Answer 2

Western Dance, Aerobics, Creative Dance Classes are held for 15 to 35 age group, For Female only. Mon, Wed, Friday. Mornning and Evening classes.
Contact Person: Trishna Sarkar
Timings:
Phone: [phone]
Address: Mayur Vihar Phase 3, New Delhi,
New Delhi - 110011

Western Dance
Classes are held for Western Dance.
Contact Person: Chandan Kumar
Timings: 7.00 PM to 10.00 A.M.
Phone: [phone]
Address: Laxmin Nagar, Delhi
Delhi - 110019

http://www.indiaparenting.com/classes/hobby/dance/dance.shtml

Answer 3

ultimate place to learn dance in delhi is.............
PAIPA (pradeep adwani's institute for the performing arts)
add. C -140, lgf, dayanand colony, lajpat nagar-4, new-delhi.
ph. 9811390306, 011-46571306.
e-mail- [e-mail],
[e-mail].

Answer 4

asheley lobo is really gud...u can also go 4 the same shaimak as u have mentioned....both r gud

Answer 5

Sreesanth Swinging His Bat…. Dhoom Machale?!


It’s my first time, Mutineers, so be gentle. I’m a total Cricket virgin and if you’re mean to me about what is sure to be an amateurish post, I’ll be scarred forever— whether I end up a frigid fan or not is in your hopefully kind and capable hands. ;)

After hearing about Mallu hotness Sreesanth (thanks, DTK), I had to visit ye olde YouTube to find out about this right-arm fast-medium-pace bowler, who is a right-handed tailender. Apparently, excessively lippy South African Andre Nel questioned Sreesanth’s heart/courage/skillz after Sreesanth evaded something called a bouncer. Sreesanth responded by hitting Nel for a six and then performing a dance I’d normally associate with an end zone. Oh, that was just brutal to write. I can’t imagine how many men I’ve just annoyed. ;)

I may not know a damned thing about what is arguably the most popular sport in all of South Asia, but I know the art of trash talk well and if anything could get me to fall in love with this very Brown game, it’s the video I’ve posted above. Set to some probably-famous song I’ve never heard before (“Dhoom Machale”), it’s way more fun than the other YouTube clips which came up when I searched for the new object of my lecherous (he’s eight years younger) affection. Not since I was kicked off our co-ed IM team in grad school for illegal (and may I add, utterly justified and deliciously violent) tackling during a flag-football game have I been so delighted by the immaturity of declaring “in your face!”. Gopu, I heart you. :)

UPDATE: The Google Video seems clearer, so I swapped it.

anna at 01:39 PM in Dance, Sports · 208 comment(s) · Direct link





November 29, 2006
Old folk can still dance
I was thinking about the fact that, as an over 30, I am now officially old. I mean, James Bond is now a 30-something, which makes this the first time in my life that I have been in the same decade as a Bond actor.

However, between popping arthritis medicine and obsessing about the fact that I have to settle down before it’s too late, I remembered something. Old folk can still dance. I don’t just mean gorgeous professional dancers like DesiDancer, I mean ordinary uncles and aunties. I’m not saying that they can grind, freak or krump (although I’ll bet DD can krump like a clown) I mean that they can dance which is to me a far more beautiful thing.

Herewith, exhibit A [via Vinod], Gurdas Maan’s Babe Bhangra Pounde Ne:




If I can dance like that, when I’m that age, I’ll be a happy man.

ennis at 01:33 PM in Dance, Humor, Identity, Short · 117 comment(s) · Direct link





September 25, 2006
That's NOT How You Do The "Head Thing"
Dear Nidhi M.,

Thank you very much for sending Sepia Mutiny a story idea via our tipline three hours ago. It was so kind of you to think of us as you went about your day.

Since you have demonstrated your generosity already, I feel emboldened enough to wonder if you’d be willing to go a bit further in showing your devotion to this mutinous cause. Do you bleed Sepia? If so, would you graciously consider donating one of your eyes to me? I lost mine when I clawed them out, after watching the link you helpfully enclosed with the following succinct statement:

Nike teaming up with 24 hour fitness mixing and mucking up classical indian dances with bollywood and strange robotic aerobic moves.
Mein Gott, that’s almost poetic. You were right. And now, I am in so much pain because of it. I’d gouge away at the intern’s face, but she took one look at me and ran screaming to Rajni the lemur’s room. At least she didn’t have to watch Jamie King train three mostly wooden dancers in his “Rockstar workout” of “far-East funk”. Nor did she have to hear his priceless wisdom, which I feel I must contradict fervently after watching this entire fiasco:

There are no rules. If you’re feeling the music, you can’t go wrong.
TRUST me. You can indeed go wrong. Especially when you employ that uber-abused cliche which has appeared on browndating dot com so many times, my friends have turned it in to part of a drinking game (“OMG, he prefaced it with ‘good blend of’…DOUBLE SHOT!”).

Of course, I am referring to that bi-cultural, directional claptrap which automatically disqualified all otherwise-promising candidates from suitable debauchery; Mr. King’s spin on it didn’t prevent the gagging, not after what I saw. “East meets West on the dance floor”? Come to any random desi party and you can abuse “South” as well, i.e. “when East meets West on the dance floor, two rabidly ***** underage hormones often move South in order to simulate an act which MummyPapa would spank them unconscious for, for even pondering”. Anyway. When this man who has choreographed Madge exhorts us to “just get out there and show your Bollywood style!”, I don’t think he realizes what fresh hell he is inviting the world to suffer through by doing so.

Chick Pea? Are you out there? Have you done your surgical rotation yet??? That faint, scratchy squawking you hear is Abhi, frantically paging you to the bunker’s painfully rustic OR. Go, scrub your hands already! My anesthesiologist Dr. Walker is already prepping me for surgery. As for the rest of you, just know this and remember it well— when you dance like that, you make the baby Jesus cry. Worse than that, you also piss off our Des

jithu