A perfect prompt

Tomorrow I turn 30.
When you turn 30, sometimes it feels like you are crossing a threshold. 

At other times, it feels like a destination that’s just another on the way to a richer, fuller life. 

30, some people will tell you, is the turn in your life when you finally realize what lies ahead.

Others will graciously disagree and say it’s just another number in a series of many unusual and meaningless ones that drive our lives.

Some will tell you that by now you ought to find your place in the world.

Sometimes 30 also feels like the time to sit down and take a proper inventory of your life, or also probably the time to do a very deep assessment of your own self.
Well, what is 30 really about?

Ask me next year.

Come back, and ask me next year.
Prompted by Cake.

A journey

When I was a little kid, say about 4-5 years old, I remember mom and dad taking me on an early morning stroll everyday. On the way I would see old gentlemen walking at a brisk pace in their lungi & payjamas and groups of elderly and middle aged men guffawing on the middle of the road, probably over a joke too explicit for my young ears. There would also be the families out and about like mine, with little kids in tow and the parents taking decisive strides towards fitness. And there would be the actually sporty ones, people running and jogging, playing badminton or volleyball, people of all ages and genders who took their life and health seriously.

Cut to a few years later, and we had moved to a different town, and my physical activities were now confined to playing chase and hide & seek at school, or in the evening with kids from the compound I lived in. There was little bits of cricket thrown in here and there, but this didn’t do a lot to my health. Very soon after this, I contracted a little infection which confined me indoors for a few months, and that was the end of that era.

Soon afterwards, owing to my ‘sick’ condition, we moved to the city again, and this time into a huge central govt colony. Clean roads, trees, grounds, security, the whole sha-bang. Here, my mom found willing trainers who were happy to help out a podgy teenager loose some of his baby-fat. This included a CISF jawan, who would insist that I run to his post around 6 after which he would make me do free-hand exercises, and a chief of the colony security team who would take along all the young kids he could find for a long run and exercises at the break of dawn. I also managed to join a badminton coaching and pulled it off for quite some time, after which it stopped because of some cause I don’t seem to be able to remember. People who have seen me in my school and college days can easily imagine that all this had no effect on me whatsoever, and I kept adding inches consistently to my waistline.

After moving across the country in my 10th standard, all of this came to a halt and the next few years went by with me barely moving my ass. School soon got over, and I was a overweight boy on my way to college. The first thing dad noted at the hostel was that there was a free gym (and it was quote good), but I never managed to visit it in all of my college days. Major free time was spent gulping down bhajji, paratha and coke, and the rest in front of the computer screen shooting down opponents in CS, or thrashing the living hell out of folks in AoE & WoW.

My work-life started off at a pristine office with a gorgeous view, and the days would usually end with sumptuous biriyani dinners, as was the norm in the new city. All of this history managed to add 30 kilos to by already overweight body over a period of a little more than a decade.

It’s not like I didn’t think about going to the gym. We had a free one in the office, and a good one at that, and I took a few dabs at a fitness regime, but it would quickly disintegrate after a vacation, or a few days spent loving food too much.

The journey probably has started only in earnest over the last couple of months. it’s too soon to spot a trend I guess, but I believe this is it. And I don’t want to let this one go. So here’s to getting healthy, and regaining fitness.

 

Prompted from healthy.

Just because this needs a title

“What is it that I hope for from life?”

I have been grappling with this question for a long time now.

Supposedly all questions can be fairly broken down using the 5 Ws.

  • What
  • When
  • Where
  • Why
  • How

Let me try to answer these and find an Answer to the “Ultimate Question of Life, the Universe, and Everything”, and I surely hope I take much lesser than the 7.5 million years Deep Thought took to come up with the answer.

You ask me why?

Well, because I know the question.

 

This absolutely rubbish piece of writing was inspired by the daily prompt : Hope.

 

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