Resolutions seem to be working for me these days. All the new year resolutions have been more or less successful so far. And since a resolution needs an occasion to be tagged with, I chose this Valentine's Day to resolve to run every morning.
So I got up this morning at around 5.00 AM. Till 5.30, I did a few things that I do every morning. After that, I wore my old Reebok sports-shoes. They were white when I bought them 2 years back, but are brown since the trek to the Kalsubai Peak in the Sahyadris last rainy season. Haven't washed them after coming back from the trek. But since it was pretty dark at 5.30, it was ok to wear those shoes. And from my experience, I know that most people go for morning walks between 6.00 AM and 7.00 AM. So 5.30 was pretty safe. I don't want to be seen running, until I am sure that I look bearably sexy while running.
I came out of my society, walking slowly. The first running step was the most difficult one. There was tremendous reluctance to start. May be 5.30 was too early. The society watchman and the dogs, all turned towards me, straightened their necks and stared at me with their dreamy and curious eyes. I was afraid that the dogs might howl and run after me if I started running. It was pretty dark. I have had very bad experiences of being chased by dogs at nights. Once, those dogs tore my pants. Those scenes flashed in my mind for a moment. Still, I gathered some courage and started running. I was happy to see that the dogs didn't bark at or run after me. They don't chase people in the mornings. I wonder why. In the day-time it is understandable, but at 5.30 AM it is as dark and as empty as it is at mid-night. Perhaps those dogs have this idiotic notion that only old people and/or good people run on streets early in the morning and only thieves run at mid-night. I'm assuming that dogs are dedicated and committed to catching thieves and ending crime all the time. I started believing this after failing, despite a lot of thinking, to understand why the hell those dogs chase me every night and tear my clothes whenever they get a chance. I ain't a thief. But I guess those dogs don't want to take chances. However, it may not be a valid assumption. It's quite possible that those dogs feel too lazy and sleepy so early in the morning to run after anyone, thief or whatever. They're so human in the morning. I got another proof of this, as I ran a little distance. I saw a dog running after a bitch, wanting to make love. Why do females always make males run after them? Anyway, I always feel early morning is the right time. I agree with the dog! It's never possible to know what the bitch thinks. So it is with all females. Deep ocean of secrets! (Titanic!)
After 2 minutes, I was at the 'Rajiv Gandi Pool'. It's weird - 'pool' refers to a body of water in English and a bridge over a body of water in Hindi. I was running on the Hindiwala 'pool' (pronounced like 'pull'). Somewhere in the middle of the bridge, there was 'Sheetal I Love You' written on the parapet. I wondered who Sheetal was and what she'd think if she read it. And then I thought about the guy who wrote that. It reminded me of an incident during my school-days. Some guy had 'expressed' his love for a girl, a classmate of mine, by writing on one of the walls. It was very prominent and everybody had read it before long. And when the girl came to know of it, she cried like hell.
I stopped running soon after I crossed the bridge. Walked some distance and started running again. I took a 'U' turn to come back, via another 'pool' which is parallel to 'Rajiv Gandhi Pool'. I don't know its name. It has lots of street-lights. It was nice to see my shadow running. It looked more handsome than me. Just like my hand-writing. It looks better to me when I view it ulta.
I again stopped running after crossing the bridge. It was almost 6.00 AM. I ran through a residential area called Aundh Gaon. It is a lower-middle-class locality and is comprised of small houses of one or two rooms. A few of them had water boiling outside in huge iron containers placed over buring firwood. Women were sweeping the floors in a few of them. And in a few, I could see women washing dishes. Women get up early and take care of the house and household activities. Men and kids sleep longer.
My limbs began to pain. I headed back towards my house. Walking and running and walking and running. At 6.15 AM I reached home. Next it was dumb-bell time. I have only one dumb-bell. I don't know its weight. I can lift it comfortably though. I got it from a friend of mine. I lifted it 100 times with each hand. I got very tired. I turned the fan on, hid myself under the blanket and slept. Dreams were fast to come. It's a Happy Valentine's Day!
So I got up this morning at around 5.00 AM. Till 5.30, I did a few things that I do every morning. After that, I wore my old Reebok sports-shoes. They were white when I bought them 2 years back, but are brown since the trek to the Kalsubai Peak in the Sahyadris last rainy season. Haven't washed them after coming back from the trek. But since it was pretty dark at 5.30, it was ok to wear those shoes. And from my experience, I know that most people go for morning walks between 6.00 AM and 7.00 AM. So 5.30 was pretty safe. I don't want to be seen running, until I am sure that I look bearably sexy while running.
I came out of my society, walking slowly. The first running step was the most difficult one. There was tremendous reluctance to start. May be 5.30 was too early. The society watchman and the dogs, all turned towards me, straightened their necks and stared at me with their dreamy and curious eyes. I was afraid that the dogs might howl and run after me if I started running. It was pretty dark. I have had very bad experiences of being chased by dogs at nights. Once, those dogs tore my pants. Those scenes flashed in my mind for a moment. Still, I gathered some courage and started running. I was happy to see that the dogs didn't bark at or run after me. They don't chase people in the mornings. I wonder why. In the day-time it is understandable, but at 5.30 AM it is as dark and as empty as it is at mid-night. Perhaps those dogs have this idiotic notion that only old people and/or good people run on streets early in the morning and only thieves run at mid-night. I'm assuming that dogs are dedicated and committed to catching thieves and ending crime all the time. I started believing this after failing, despite a lot of thinking, to understand why the hell those dogs chase me every night and tear my clothes whenever they get a chance. I ain't a thief. But I guess those dogs don't want to take chances. However, it may not be a valid assumption. It's quite possible that those dogs feel too lazy and sleepy so early in the morning to run after anyone, thief or whatever. They're so human in the morning. I got another proof of this, as I ran a little distance. I saw a dog running after a bitch, wanting to make love. Why do females always make males run after them? Anyway, I always feel early morning is the right time. I agree with the dog! It's never possible to know what the bitch thinks. So it is with all females. Deep ocean of secrets! (Titanic!)
After 2 minutes, I was at the 'Rajiv Gandi Pool'. It's weird - 'pool' refers to a body of water in English and a bridge over a body of water in Hindi. I was running on the Hindiwala 'pool' (pronounced like 'pull'). Somewhere in the middle of the bridge, there was 'Sheetal I Love You' written on the parapet. I wondered who Sheetal was and what she'd think if she read it. And then I thought about the guy who wrote that. It reminded me of an incident during my school-days. Some guy had 'expressed' his love for a girl, a classmate of mine, by writing on one of the walls. It was very prominent and everybody had read it before long. And when the girl came to know of it, she cried like hell.
I stopped running soon after I crossed the bridge. Walked some distance and started running again. I took a 'U' turn to come back, via another 'pool' which is parallel to 'Rajiv Gandhi Pool'. I don't know its name. It has lots of street-lights. It was nice to see my shadow running. It looked more handsome than me. Just like my hand-writing. It looks better to me when I view it ulta.
I again stopped running after crossing the bridge. It was almost 6.00 AM. I ran through a residential area called Aundh Gaon. It is a lower-middle-class locality and is comprised of small houses of one or two rooms. A few of them had water boiling outside in huge iron containers placed over buring firwood. Women were sweeping the floors in a few of them. And in a few, I could see women washing dishes. Women get up early and take care of the house and household activities. Men and kids sleep longer.
My limbs began to pain. I headed back towards my house. Walking and running and walking and running. At 6.15 AM I reached home. Next it was dumb-bell time. I have only one dumb-bell. I don't know its weight. I can lift it comfortably though. I got it from a friend of mine. I lifted it 100 times with each hand. I got very tired. I turned the fan on, hid myself under the blanket and slept. Dreams were fast to come. It's a Happy Valentine's Day!
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