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Tuesday, March 9, 2004
My eyes were closed, and I was enjoying the fresh morning breeze which was blowing with all its grace. They say that this breeze is good for health, so I was taking deep breaths, imagining the fresh air entering my lungs and refreshing my blood. Then I opened my eyes.
Everything, which was supposed to be there, was there in front of me. I could see the trees. I could see the grass. I could see the jogging track. I could see the park’s wall. I could see the metallic fence on that wall. I could see those labourers outside the park’s wall waiting for jobs. I could see everything which was supposed to be there. The only difference was, that everything I was watching was upside-down.
Correction: my body was hanging upside-down.
I remember when, in my matriculation holidays, I used to go with my buddy, Hassan, for jogging and a little bit of exercising. We used to jog on the one kilometer track, then jump around, twisting our bodies in ulti seedhi positions, convincing ourselves that we are exercising. Then we would sit down on the grass and watch other people doing some real ulta seedha stuff. We used to watch them and we used to laugh at them. Little did we know that what they were doing is the real exercise, and exercises can be a lot more ulti seedhi than that.
Now that I have started “exercising” again (thanks to Wse who used to come and wake me up every morning; nowadays he’s enjoying the holidays at his village), I do all that stuff I used to laugh at some years earlier. I hang myself upside down. I stretch my arms, shoulders, back and legs, and try my best not to imagine what I am looking like. I try doing some hard stuff and then give up, imagining that people are not looking at me and are busy doing their own exercises. I do crunches, I do frog jumps, I do this, I do that. And I am happy that I am not a lazy giraffe anymore.
Well, at least in these holidays.