A place called Gym

A place called Gym

Today morning as I stepped out, I saw a lady from our locality proceeding towards the bus stop with a sidney sheldon novel in her hands... And I thought, Sidney Sheldon....!!! Yaks...!!!

Well not that I am one of those censor board freaks who would hold a stop watch and decide based on the duration of a kiss whether it is approriate for children to watch or not. I said yaks because sidney sheldon is a kids' series. I mean not so small kids but the college going kids. And then suddenly I realized how old I have grown... And I grew sad. Well an already sad mind always finds reasons to grow even more sad.

Ah!! Don't you worry darling this is no sad or dark story I am here to write for you. This is the story of the Gym I go to. Did I tell you I go to gym these days? In case I didn't then yes I do go to gym these days.

Leave whys and hows to gods and alchemists and lets straightaway jump into an interesting story.

**The story of [dreamer's gym] Gym Goers**

The very first day I entered the gym, almost all the eyes except for two were staring at me. After all an underweight scared man would suit the place as much as Rabri Devi in Harvard's Symposium of Highly Intellectual Leaders. And all those dudes and dudettes of extremely high PQ (physical quotient) gave the faintest smile of pity, faint enough not to get noticed on their face. And that was the time when even those two eyes which were noticing others also started staring at me when I looked into the mirror to check whether I was wearing my lower or not.

Anyways, that was one day when dreamer, a 6 feet tall man - 61-62 kgs in weight, tried to lift the 2 kgs dumbbell in each of his hands with immense pain on his face. And today was another when the same dreamer, 6 feet tall man but 65 kgs (and increasing) in weight, lifted 7kgs dumbbell in each of his hands. Some things have changed but the others remain the same... I am talking of the high PQ dudes and dudettes who bless the gym. Lemme introduce one by one.

Salman Khan:
This is a guy whom I have never seen lifting any weight. The most likely location where he can be spotted is within 1-3 feets from the mirror. He would walk back and forth as if he's walking on ramp and the audience outside (i.e. on the other side of the mirror) is admiring him(thats he himself).

John Cena (watch WWE on Ten Sports if you don't know him):
You can't see him on TV but you can definitely spot him in the [dreamer's gym] Gym once a week in the morning. A well toned body, bermuda shorts, black shoes and a top ranging from jacket to vest. And oh yes a scorpio on his shoulders (tattoo). He carries the gravity of john cena on his face. Never takes help of any instructor. However I was disappointed when I saw him lifting 3+3 kgs bar today (c'mon even I lift 5+5 kgs).

Gulabo (the hottest babe) :
She's hot. And you can see the heat in the gym instructor's eyes when she's around. From head to heel whatever she wears is pink in colour. Well I don't know about the internals u notty fellas... And she makes it a point to notice who is staring at what part of her body. Though she never cares to hide anything. Well I love to notice the chaos in the hall when she's in. And recently I discovered that she hails from the same place as me. I wonder if she carries the same fashion statement back there in [dreamer's hometown]. If she does then even I wouuld be in the list of people there who stare at her.

The girl who noticed me:
I don't know if its true but I had found her noticing me. Not that I am the hottest dude in the gym. But yes even she's not anywhere near the hottest babe Gulabo. But there have been few things about this lady which made even me notice her. Her some features remind me of lots of pages of my past and present and I tend to grow conscious of it. Anyways, she's one normally silent, not exactly out of shape but average looking girl who is hard to notice normally.

Mr Arnie (guest appearance):
He's rarely around. I've seen him only once or twice. But whenever hes around, noone else does anything. He grunts of the order of maria sharapova and the music is normally put off when he's around. One more reason why everyone else just stands idle is that he uses all the dumbbells and bars and even the gym instructor goes to him to help him. I'd have loved to post a pic of the scene that day but I didn't have my mobile.

Jai and Veeru (the front benchers in class):
They indeed are like front benchers. Always regular and always hard working. But more noticable thing about them is that they are inseparable... I would sure have misinterpreted their dosti yaari with I am sure you know what if I had not spotted one of them with a girl once. And besides P and N they are the only fellow gymmers with whom I interact... well.. I prefer to maintain a smile from the distance kind of relationship. After all I am yet to spot the second guy with a girl.

The Teacher(s) (straight from the movie Black):
They are there to extract one sallu out of every individual. Within a week of my joining gym, I was given the prized dreams of six packs which sound as useless to me for myself as six packs of Mala D. And all the teachers have different area of expertise, one taught me breathing patters while lifting weight, other focusses on heavier weight and the third one today focussed on the way I hold dumbbell. But I must say they are passionate to extract a sallu even out of me. :)

Besides these people, there are lots of other noticable individuals like the guy who lifts 90kgs and then goes out to smoke. The extremely fair guy whom I would have mistaken for a polar bear if he didn't sweat and didn't wear a baseball cap. Hey hang on hang on...

I have given enough of hints for all these folks to identify the name of the gym and even who dreamer is. And a word more may mean risking my life. So let me stop here and continue building a PQ for myself before I write anymore.