FITNESS FREAK- this century of youth has become just that.. and me not far behind….
Have now been having this regular gymming sessions to supposedly stay "FIT"….so much so that 20 days of hols and the first thing that I do is to enroll in the local gym at my parent's place…..
After lazy hours of clerical activities and banal formalities done; 10 days into the vacations, I get my card done… Never to late to push off.. right? :)
4:30 P.M. - the ladies time and I adhere to the norm.. All ready, I whisk away to "Modern Gymanasium" only to find myself welcomed by aunties from my apartment, sweating out there…
Welcome to Gym and of course the euphoria that my presence creates….
"oh dear", kab aayi???
Kitne dino tak ho yahan…?
Mere ghar to beta tum aate hi nahi…
Itne duble ho gaye ho ? gym kyun aayi.. ghar main theek se khao peo
and it goes on and on and on and on !!!!
My IPod firmly switched off now and I begin returning these pleasantries….
After what seemed like an eternity, I finally manage to begin the workout...... I try hard to concentrate on the peppy numbers that are ON.. but just cant do so.. the conversation lingering around is far more interesting…
The maids running away.. so and so bought new saree, Mrs X's daughter likes that teacher who comes to teach her.... I heard the school children these days watch all those arbit movies coming on TV... Humare bacchon ki kya himmat thi ki kuch aisa waisa dekhte,, kya karen and etc etc… The cycling and treadmills have pleasantly taken a backseat......they are all excited over these new piece of information shared....
I freak out.. For heaven's sake, Its a place to stay fit and workout not to gossip….... But of course I can't say that to them….
I continue my workout.. They continue to talk…
The aunties leave after 45 mins…. And finally I find some solace..... Suddenly the silence is reverberating and makes me think.....
They are 50+ ladies but yet so full of life.....… their enthusiasm still effuses out......everytime they see me they light up as if I was their real daughter, their sense of love is from within…
We try to act so composed, so refined, not indulging in apparently "senseless gossips" - but the truth is that we are so occupied with ourselves that we fail to look not only at others flaws but also feel no love or compassion.. They hold no place in our lives…
Can I imagine myself feeling similar warmth for them whenever I see them..?
Would I care what happens in their lives- if not for any gossips, then definitely not for times when we need them or they need us….
And above all, they are still untouched by this fitness mania,,,,,,,for them gym's actual purpose is secondary- In actuality it's a place to break free from the bounds of home and enjoy this life although in a slightly devilish manner ;)
Have now been having this regular gymming sessions to supposedly stay "FIT"….so much so that 20 days of hols and the first thing that I do is to enroll in the local gym at my parent's place…..
After lazy hours of clerical activities and banal formalities done; 10 days into the vacations, I get my card done… Never to late to push off.. right? :)
4:30 P.M. - the ladies time and I adhere to the norm.. All ready, I whisk away to "Modern Gymanasium" only to find myself welcomed by aunties from my apartment, sweating out there…
Welcome to Gym and of course the euphoria that my presence creates….
"oh dear", kab aayi???
Kitne dino tak ho yahan…?
Mere ghar to beta tum aate hi nahi…
Itne duble ho gaye ho ? gym kyun aayi.. ghar main theek se khao peo
and it goes on and on and on and on !!!!
My IPod firmly switched off now and I begin returning these pleasantries….
After what seemed like an eternity, I finally manage to begin the workout...... I try hard to concentrate on the peppy numbers that are ON.. but just cant do so.. the conversation lingering around is far more interesting…
The maids running away.. so and so bought new saree, Mrs X's daughter likes that teacher who comes to teach her.... I heard the school children these days watch all those arbit movies coming on TV... Humare bacchon ki kya himmat thi ki kuch aisa waisa dekhte,, kya karen and etc etc… The cycling and treadmills have pleasantly taken a backseat......they are all excited over these new piece of information shared....
I freak out.. For heaven's sake, Its a place to stay fit and workout not to gossip….... But of course I can't say that to them….
I continue my workout.. They continue to talk…
The aunties leave after 45 mins…. And finally I find some solace..... Suddenly the silence is reverberating and makes me think.....
They are 50+ ladies but yet so full of life.....… their enthusiasm still effuses out......everytime they see me they light up as if I was their real daughter, their sense of love is from within…
We try to act so composed, so refined, not indulging in apparently "senseless gossips" - but the truth is that we are so occupied with ourselves that we fail to look not only at others flaws but also feel no love or compassion.. They hold no place in our lives…
Can I imagine myself feeling similar warmth for them whenever I see them..?
Would I care what happens in their lives- if not for any gossips, then definitely not for times when we need them or they need us….
And above all, they are still untouched by this fitness mania,,,,,,,for them gym's actual purpose is secondary- In actuality it's a place to break free from the bounds of home and enjoy this life although in a slightly devilish manner ;)
5 comments:
Well written. :)
since when did the gym in kgp become this good? or is it a different gym?
and regarding the content and questions, i personally feel that somewhere along the quest for some "success", I started controlling who I really am and started trying to make myself like the image i had of this "successful" person. good to read articles like these which keep you connected. :)
Quite humorous one, i would say.
ya i cocur withur ideas. very nice.
I think I will forward it to those aunties of urs in Kgp...they wud love to read ur "true" opinion.
Jokes apart, well written with a good sense of humor.
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