Everyone needs a hero, right? So here’s a small story about mine. So, the hero’s been around for a while, but never really gotten a taste of adventure. Of what life can be like : on the road. I’ve been meaning to take him out on a jaunt to experience real life… but the timing was never quite right. It finally happened last Sunday.
Hey! It’s me… whatcha upto? Can I get some attention here?
So an old friend called when I was browsing through books at Oxford today after my nth ankle therapy session at Manipal.
He’s coming to Bangalore and wants to meet me for dinner. I might be travelling out I tell him. He can’t believe his luck! It’s about the 4th time he’s going to miss me.
So, I was just packing up to leave yoga class, when my instructor brandishes a sheet of paper in front of me. “What is this?†I ask. He just pushes it into my hand without answering. On the top, it reads, Kareena Kapoor’s diet. I read it twice and then look at him with a questioning expression. “How long have you been doing yoga,†he asks. “Ermm…. About… 6-7 months,†I answer hesitantly, not liking where this is heading.
HIGHS: Running the Sunfeast 10K with over 4000 people in the Open 10K category : the energy and the crowd enthusiasm was pretty awesome and we could feel the excitement pulsating through the air as the whole group lined up for the start at sharp 9 am. This was my first run with such a large group of runners and it was great to see so many people out there.
Nine. Actually make that ten. Ten people and one dog. And so this is how it all happened. After dinner yesterday, driving back with a car full of girls I suddenly heard a weird clanking noise coming from somewhere. Actually, it would be unfair to say I heard it. One of the girls did : I was busy chatting. I decided to stop and investigate where the noise of coming from. That’s when I noticed the right rear tire : it looked exactly like the Kolkota Knight Riders team after yesterday’s defeat. Dejected, out of air and fully down. Now let me tell you that I have quite a lot of knowledge of tire changing : in theory though. I remember my last three flats in three years (averaging one a year). The first one, in the early days was when I refused to believe that such things could happen to me. Thankfully, I had just caught up with a friend and parted ways. Before he could get any further away, I placed my distress …