Lahori Choreographer

Omar was his name. It was year 2005. I had just gotten lost on a rainy Friday early evening driving from Baltimore to Washington D.C. With my family in a rental car. I was driving towards downtown D.C. hoping to make it to Raas Chaos on time. My son (who did not have a clue about where I was) was trying desperately to help me get to the place. My wife tells me I have a keen sense of direction. I can "smell places" and drive like a hound to my destination. I guess it is a matter of instincts. I am about to talk about a truely instinctive man.
I made it to the auditorium on time, even got a great parking spot with no help and a Small map. With my old training from the city (Manhattan I mean), I managed to squeeze in.
Place was loud and crazy. One could smell alcohol on some of the patronls breath all around. I felt as if I was at a kick boxing event. I even managed to get hit on the back of my bald head with a bottle by some disgruntled fan who did not care that I was cheering for some one other than his team. I was not hurt. Like all the good uncles I had my video ready to film my little "Beta" showing his skills. Skills he did show. GW won.
I was introduced to "Omar", the unlikely choreographer of this Raas team. "Where are you from in Pakistan?"I asked. I was warned earlier that this choreographer was a Pakistani kid. I assumed he must be son of some Muslim Guju from Karachi, where lot of Gujaratis have settled. Boy was I wrong. "Lahore" he said. "He knows Bhangra" my son informed me. Omar was a lovely soft spoken unassuming young man. I had to wear my uncle hat and start asking him all sort of questions. I did not care if my son was embarrassed. Besides we had come all the way from Dallas. I was even ready to feed the team like a good uncle should. I felt entitled to ask these questions. After all I was not sure If I ever will see a Lahori Raas choreographer in my life time again. It turns out that he did not see this as a big deal. He did not see that the big issue was about going from up and down step of Bhangra to Baroda style skipping (probably my son's gift to this his team as my wife always made sure that all her students learned skipping).
After talking to Omar Majid and his team it was obvious that this man survived and prospered on his instinct about dance. He knew what was traditional and what was not by his gut feeling. Other participants looked up to him and worked hard under his leadership. Participants came up with Individual steps but he put it all together. He opened the Raas with music from one of A.R. Rehman's drumming piece. It felt as if you were in the middle of "Urs" or "Tajia" (Muslim functions from my home town of Bhavnagar India) for a few seconds. It felt spiritual just as a deep night Navratri Raas would. After all Urs and Tajia are quite intense experiences. It was not a typical Gujju 8 beat peace. It was five beats in a four. Skipping was fast. How this man came up with what he did will always be a mystery. They went on to come second at GWA and first at BOB. Next year Omar was gone and the 2006 team did not do well. Omar was a Bhangra guy but his Raas did not look like Bhangra. you can find him on youtube.com/omarmajid. I assume that is the guy because he has the 2005 GW videos on his site.
I wish I headed a foundation that could pay for the Omars of America to visit some distant place in Gujarat and expose them to more traditional Raaas groups. They are still out htere. What may evolve from that may truly be great Raas.