Having wallowed in self-pity, hiding behind layers of adipose for many a year, I've finally decided its time for a change. 'Crunch' was the answer that I found to the cellulate questions - 3 floors above the ground, 1000 bucks deep into my wallet and a 15 minute chauffered drive (autorickshaw, I pay the chauffeur on a daily basis, mostly depending on the meter that runs as well as I do on the treadmill) away.
'O beh******th us saand ko dekh' was the first of the wise remarks I passed while waiting for the elevator. Ishwar, the subject in question, was later introduced to us as the gym instructor. With bisceps like his, I feel in retrospect that I should reserve my comments to appropriate forums - mostly those that permit anonymity. If Ishwar ever runs a blogger I think I'll reiterate my observation after selecting 'anonymous' in the comment section. And then I'll tie myself to the lats worker in the gym and drag it into the ocean along with myself and blogger's servers.
I'm afraid Ishwar might have overheard the remark..my staring, with 3 parts disgust for every 2 parts awe, didn't help. I'm afraid the routine he'll ask me to follow could leave me a demented dwarf with a biscep growing near my thigh..
The 'warm-up' session involved us bending at our images in the mirror and trying to tickle Narcissus. Felt like being punished in nursery, where a frustrated 'miss', unable to give you the thrashing she so much wants, isolates you and makes you stand facing the wall for the rest of the period. You cast nervous glances at the otherside through out the time.. in nursery and in the gym.
Yesterday night was my first session at the gym. Today I woke up feeling refreshed and with a new glow.. a new intellect.. one of discovery! While attempting to brush those teeth I discovered 6 new muscles and all of them ache with the grace of a Rakhi Sawant on stage- at all the wrong times. And as I speak I feel a heavy muscular hand on me.. my friend who joined the gym yesterday with me. He was a puny 140 pounder day-before. Time to go!
5 comments:
yen guru idhu...neenu gyming shuru maaddhre ashte...
await the six pack.... while i go down to the bar to get one.
Good one maams.As hilarious as it would have sounded. But i have a feeling you've found the same gym instructor as at iyer's, who made you do clumsy moves and which we duly asked you to repeat.merely for laughs.
please dont kill the tummy:(....aithal
no aithal no.. i'll only prune it and get it into shape
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