You won’t come across too many youngsters in Delhi who don’t do the gym. Only dadi ammas, plain Janes, boring geeks and pimply-luminous-shirt types do not. Oops, did you just count yourself? I am sure you are among the privileged few who are either blessed with taut, fat-free genes or the ones striving for a kind of nirvana that doesn’t come from lifting weights to alternating-rock music. The rest of us – the ‘us‘ being prosaically non inclusive – are enthusiasts of The Gym.
I recently came across this athletic chick – you know, broad shouldered-tall type, who drives down all the way from Connaught Place to South Delhi exclusively and painstakingly for gym. The heavens know it isn’t anything like a long drive amidst snow-capped mountains and chirping birds. Driving around in the rush-hour infamous Delhi traffic, the only ‘chirping‘ you’ll hear will be from honking horns and blaring MP3 players and abusing drivers. When I asked her if her place lacked a fitness centre, she hushed me and said that the Gym she went to was among The Best and an hour of sweat was well worth the toning her body-beautiful received. “And moreover,” she smiled, “the instructor is exceptionally handsome.” Ah.
One of my guy friends staunchly believes that Gymming is the best conversation fodder and that he looks his earnest best when elaborating on crunches and push ups. “The abs always need work”, he says every now and then. “Or else you’ll have all the things you eat poking out from there in horrible banana-like shapes.” Come a dinner party and his gymming conversation clears the buffet table in no time. I have begun to suspect some of the party organizers of hiring him on purpose – their food/plate is saved and no one can say they didn’t get enough to eat as not eating was a voluntary decision you see. So, this guy religiously does the gym six days a week and on Sundays he is on a bitter gourd and lemon-tart diet. “Aren’t the tarts fattening?” I eyed one the last weekend we met. “Oh I’ll push them away first thing tomorrow morning.” As he proceeded to work on one, I tried my best to shake off the disgusting graphics in my mind.
Do you do the gym? Great way to stay fit and eternally young ain’t it? Whee… I am afraid I am gym-ically challenged. My loyal and quiet little evening walk will have to make do.