If you live on the East of the Yamuna in Delhi you would probably be aware of a narrow road that leads to a Pantoon bridge which is usually set up in the summers to ease the traffic on Noida Morh (If you didn’t understand a word of that, need not worry, it has little to do with essence of the essence of this article!). This road meanders through wheat and paddy fields and provides an excellent setting for morning walkers and joggers. It is not uncommon to see over-weight uncles and aunties huffing and puffing away, blowing their noses and contorting their bodies into uncomfortable postures on the sidewalks, all thanks to the all knowing Ramdev Baba.
Fitness is the ‘in thing’ these days. Atkins diets, Power walking, Water Aerobics and Speed Cycling are the way to go. While the Cute College chicks go to the neighborhood gyms and the young handsome hunks follow them there, most of our more older and ‘healthier’ counterparts usually end up in parks like Nehru Park, Lodhi gardens, Buddha Jayanti Park and this particular road that I am talking about. These people are usually those who have long given up on the dreams of six-packs and surfboard stomachs and would probably settle for a lower cholesterol or a lower blood pressure. Its most likely, that they are there just for the ‘fitness experience’. To be seen trying, to see other trying…
One lady that I often come across on this road, reaches there around 7:30 in the morning. She alights from a grey Skoda in her startling new Reebok sneakers, her love handles popping out on either side of her excruciatingly tight top (It’s a Adidas, no less). I can’t begin to imagine how she gets her tabla sized buttocks and her tree trunk sized hips in those poor track pants. She takes a round or two of her car ( Kudos to her for managing that much!!!) and then gets back inside to take a break in the air conditioning.
About five minutes later , with a titanic effort, she gets back out, and heads straight to the vegetable vendors who pluck out fresh produce from the fields. There she spends about five minutes picking out vegetables and another fifteen bargaining, arguing, shouting even cursing for the extra 2 rupees the poor guy tries to charge her. Once, she has done the shopping settling for her desired price, like a victorious Don Quixote she hands the plastic bags to her driver and gets into the car, all tired and fatigued after such a tiring 30 minute work out….
Fitness is the ‘in thing’ these days. Atkins diets, Power walking, Water Aerobics and Speed Cycling are the way to go. While the Cute College chicks go to the neighborhood gyms and the young handsome hunks follow them there, most of our more older and ‘healthier’ counterparts usually end up in parks like Nehru Park, Lodhi gardens, Buddha Jayanti Park and this particular road that I am talking about. These people are usually those who have long given up on the dreams of six-packs and surfboard stomachs and would probably settle for a lower cholesterol or a lower blood pressure. Its most likely, that they are there just for the ‘fitness experience’. To be seen trying, to see other trying…
One lady that I often come across on this road, reaches there around 7:30 in the morning. She alights from a grey Skoda in her startling new Reebok sneakers, her love handles popping out on either side of her excruciatingly tight top (It’s a Adidas, no less). I can’t begin to imagine how she gets her tabla sized buttocks and her tree trunk sized hips in those poor track pants. She takes a round or two of her car ( Kudos to her for managing that much!!!) and then gets back inside to take a break in the air conditioning.
About five minutes later , with a titanic effort, she gets back out, and heads straight to the vegetable vendors who pluck out fresh produce from the fields. There she spends about five minutes picking out vegetables and another fifteen bargaining, arguing, shouting even cursing for the extra 2 rupees the poor guy tries to charge her. Once, she has done the shopping settling for her desired price, like a victorious Don Quixote she hands the plastic bags to her driver and gets into the car, all tired and fatigued after such a tiring 30 minute work out….
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