My addiction to raas started in college, the first time I learned to twirl a dandia while maniacally shaking my head and hopping from one foot to the other. But for pure, unbridled joy, nothing beats the sweet sound of two freshly-twirled dandias clicking together. My head shakes just thinking about it. Although I must confess -- when I first started learning the joyous dance that is raas, I would always crack myself up by hitting my partner's dandias as violently as possible, in a juvenile attempt to knock them out of their hands. Sometimes I'd hit fingers, which wasn't good, though just as humorous. Fortunately, I've learned the error of my ways, and now treat raas with the utmost respect it deserves.

Listen people. This is RAAS. It's an art form. You'd better recognize.