On Bollywood

This is an actual movie I saw a large part of, at a place known to some as the "Bombay Garden."

There were utility workers, four of them. They got in a truck. Then there were people dancing - a man dancing with a woman, with a dance line (well, two - one for men, one for women) behind them. Sometimes they were in a mountainous meadow; at other times they were in front of a large, classical, building, or in a garden, with a tree, and a pond. (I think this was all in a military base.) The woman sang, noting that she was "trapped in the net of love," and (further!) "dancing to the rhythm of love." She seemed slightly concerned about this, but her smile was unfading.

There were military men. They accosted the utility workers as they entered the base, then let them through. (The workers appeared repeatedly earlier, driving to the base.). Then the soldiers approached the dancers, and then (I think) began to dance. Two officers appeared. They may have been some distance away, at some point. One informed the other that there would be "fireworks for his birthday." The latter officer looked toward a nearby hill and, indeed, saw fireworks. Then he took off his hat and passed through the dance line, surrounded by overjoyed soldiers and... um... dancing people.

Then the utility workers walked along the side of some mountain-meadow thing. Not the same one, I think. There was a power tower, but they didn't seem to care.

This was a real thing - and the lyrics "I'm caught in the net of love/I'm dancing to the rhythm of love" recurred throughout.

Bollywood.