5:45 AM when the world does not exist for more than 80% of the people, the alarm goes off... the alarm tone is a melodious suprabatham musical composed by A.R. Rehman which is pleasant to hear under normal and conscious circumstances, but 5:45 Am!!! the euphonious turns cacophonous and all that matters is the way to turn that thing off... The day has begun with jogging on a vast school ground doing rounds, more rounds till I sweat out and then a set of push-ups with every push-up making my tummy flatter and muscles forming under my belly like a row of speed bumps on the road... and then I hang onto something and start pulling my body up with my arms. A bulge starts to develop at the front of my upper arm and gets protuberant and solid with every ascend. I have done 49 of them and this is the 50th one, I look up from the lowest end and I can see my arms on the whole, bulged at the appropriate places and ready to take me up and suddenly.....
"Wake up you Lazy Ass!!!"
The bulge is all gone, the speed bumps have disappeared and the belly road turns convex.. I shake my head and find myself on bed with A.R Rehman still playing the tune with an honest intention to wake me up.What a dream it was... Who says we are scientifically advanced when we dont have the technology to exercise in our dreams and enjoy those fruits in reality!! The day this happens is when we can truly say 'Dreams come true!!'
"Cut the crap and get out of the bed!!"
Oh yeah.. This is Rocky Balboa, the boxing champ with six movies... He is now retired and living in my mind as an inspiration..!! I get out of my bed finally, get dressed and meet my companion in this auroral activity. I wonder if he goes through all this as I do or much worse? We reach the school ground and start our jogging....
Round 1: Rocky starts his theme song and I sense a rush of adrenaline spurting me into action.. I feel my blood rushing through all the body parts, the cool breeze brushing through my silky (not so silky, somewhat silky.. debatable!? whatever!! ) hair setting it into a rhythmic movement. It feels so nice and good...
Round 2: Rocky is still with me and now I am aware of a beating in the chest coming from my reticent heart. It still feels nice and good thanks to Rocky...
Round 3: The theme song is barely audible, Rocky is there somewhere.! My breathe gets faster and short and I start using my mouth for respiration. My legs feel heavy but its good becomes I am still going...
Round 4: Rocky must have gone to wake up some other lazy ass.. lots of responsibilities you know!! The music is gone, I hear a monotonic sound probing through my ears. I look at my partner, he is still with me calm and relaxed, unaware and impervious to everything thats happening to me. This is just a passing phase, everything will be back to normal Rocky will be here anytime and I trudge along...
Round 5: No sign of Rocky, no music, no adrenaline rush, its just the ground-breaking, heart-thumping, muscle-aching reality. I am panting and every step forward is like a milestone dragging me closer to the end point. Just when we are a few meters away from the destination, my friends says one more round... I am astonished and develop a burning rage to choke him to death, in spite of all the pains I say yes!!
Round 6: Nothing happens. My mind is blacked out..!! I just keep tottering ahead and finally we collapse on a heap of sand finishing a remarkable six rounds...
I am in a state of eternal bliss lying on that cool sand catching my breath watching people, all kinds of people... some playing football, some athletic built running continually some heavily built walking at a brisk pace reminiscent of the old motion pictures, some lazy ones sitting and gossiping promising their wives and kids at home to be sweating out here... After a few minutes we start our next course in the hyper activity, pull-ups and push-ups... I start with hanging onto an outward branch of a neem tree tall enough to keep me off the ground and start pulling my body up.. I do it four times with great difficulty and try for the 5th one, but it doesnt happen.. Newton's gravity wasnt ready to allow me pull myself up... I give up and go for push-ups... I do 15 of them at a stretch and stop immediately knowing well that anymore of those would give me a broken nose... we call it a day and head back home.. At home I feel my body aching and happy at the same time that I have done it, I have accomplished the task for today..
But again tomorrow is another day....

Greetings

I somehow have a strange feeling that my blog is being closely monitored by my manager, because a couple of days after my previous post where I mentioned about my productivity (confused?? go read my previous post, even I had to do it before starting this!!) I see myself slogging for long hours... My nose was to the grindstone last week with work and long time pending java certification exam (this is something which every other software developer, programmer, tester or whatever with little exposure to java takes. I dint want to be an outcast in that respect so decided to join the herd..) I got through the exam and also managed to put my work aside (you dont finish your work, the moment you finish it you find more of it rushing towards you!!)

Competition is omnipresent.. We see it everywhere, in our work, play and of late I see that in myself. A cutthroat competition between my 'chest' and 'belly', the chest slowly losing the battle to my protruding belly as its stanch supporter my 'back' has started a non-cooperation movement owing to a lot of pressure.. Dreaming about 6 pack like that of Brad Pitt and calling them abs than tummy sounds good but reality is so cruel that able to call it a tummy than paunch finds so much satisfaction!!

Choice a gift to the humankind is a very interesting thing. Sometimes its good, sometimes I tell you its really bad.. when you have too many choices you never come up with a clear mandate. For instance consider our political scenario, if coalition government wasnt enough we cant take a decision on who should be our next president?? The polls and vote war for the next president is all over the internet... while this debate is on, elsewhere there is another vote war on a grand scale happening, a different kind of war; the war for 'new' wonders of the world!! Some cranky billionaire wanted to have new wonders for the new world and started an online poll, the biggest of its kind (though half of the world is not voting) to decide on this. India's entry to this list is still its only wonder The Taj Mahal - a tomb built by a long dead king for his dead queen near a dying river and left to crumble. I feel India's entry to the wondrous list must be the world's most preferred Bollywood personality - Shilpa Shetty ( I heard even Mike Tyson is interested in meeting her when he comes down to India!! ) But that is too much of skin show, very unindian (kissing and all) and dearth of talent. when it comes to real talent there is no better entry than the hyper-talented singer and now superstar - Himmesh-'OO'-Reshammiya. The cap wearing star caps them all, the wondrous wonders!! We also have The Boss, the south Indian superstar who is not only famous in India but places to east of India, who at this age is breaking box office records. A baron of the box-office, he can be India's entry or his movies can surely make it to the top 7. Then there is Amitabh Bachchan ancient enough to be called a wonder and ubiquitous to win all the online and sms polls, he can be a worthy contender too.. Finally its a matter of choice.

The results will be announced on 07.07.07... On the same day we also have "Live Earth" a 24 hour 7 continent concert series bringing together musicians all across the globe to bring awareness and to engage people on a mass scale to combat our climate crisis. This is a noble cause to make us realize the seriousness of global warming and climatic changes. There are several practical and day-to-day tips on climate crisis solutions like switching off our computer monitors (or shutting them down) when we leave the office as it can eliminate upto 45,000 tons of CO2 per year (if 1 million people do that). The world is in danger and this is the least we can do to protect our planet and save our selves(SOS) ... Good Day!!