A Twist In The Tale

"Owww..owww...owww...Ouch!!!!" I screamed, quite scaring the wits out of the portly doorman of the hostel. "Take care madamji" he solicitously advised, right after I'd taken a nasty stumble on the steps."Thanks a lot" I mumbled, as I limped inside. The world believes in giving you advice right after you no longer need it.

Needless to say in no time at all my ankle had ballooned to the size of a football, with me being barely able to hop on one foot (the other one, naturally). The news spread to a lot of my friends, whose concern was touching... but kinda got on my nerves (including the twisted ones in my foot) after a while... I present a sample conversation (they were all exactly the same):

Concerned friend: What happened??
Self: I twisted my ankle.
C.F: How??
Self: I fell down the steps.
C.F: How??
Self (am I supposed to demonstrate, I wonder): I thought there were 2 steps... turns out there were 3.
C.F (stifling giggles): Are the steps okay?? (snigger snigger)
Self (stifling a yawn): Oh ha ha ha.

I went to the doc at the campus hospital. She didnt even look at me, but gave me a load of tablets and prescribed a crepe bandage accompanied by a strong smelling cream "to be applied at will". A bit dubious as far as prescriptions go...

To say that the ointment smelt is like saying the Mona Lisa is just a painting (which it is.. but you get the cream of the picture don't you?). Conscientious as I am, I even attended classes that day...and the whole class smelt like an Iodex factory, with crinkled noses showing how my classmates were standing by me while I sat with them. Of course, one good thing about the whole episode was that I "twisted" the doc's advise of "rest and less movement" to justify my sitting in Nesky all day, soaking up the sun as some may put it (owing to the lack of shady benches). I also garnered a lot of sympathy from passers-by, from whom I managed to extract my daily dose of caffeine ( Adi, Saurabh, Gupta n Mo contributed generously to my cause). I am blessed with good friends (touchwood) ....

Basking in the sun, enveloped in a cloud of Relispray and in the attentions of my beloved friends, I realised why people use "Go break a leg!" to mean "go have fun".... coz I sure was having fun having broken mine!! And sure as hell found out how much I mean to my friends... and more importantly.. how much they mean to me...

Ahh.. the twists and turns of Life....

Blogger's Park

In a fitness frenzy (and motivated also by my taunting friends) I decided to start jogging. The nearby sports ground thoughtfully provided for just such an occasion by the Insti gave me all the encouragement I needed. Visualizing myself in a smart track suit, striding effortlessly around the field,I was just waiting to start...

I pulled on (with some difficulty) a pair of fetching track pants borrowed from my much thinner roommate. As it happened, I looked like a stuffed turkey,and quickly discarded the garment for my own comfortably baggy pyjamas. Having worn that,however,it was important to avoid being seen by anyone, which put an immediate end to my plans of early morning jogging.So I waited till the cover of darkness that evening to slip out furtively from the hostel gates, keeping a sharp lookout for known faces.With much difficulty, and using my keen sense of how and when to avoid whom, I reached the hallowed gates of LBS without being recognised...

With much trepidation I went to an isolated corner. Someone once told me its important to warm up before jogging, and so I began to stretch in all directions. I ended up pulling a muscle or two, and gave it up as done for the day. But the track beckoned invitingly, and I took a deep breath and started on my way. A few metres down the track itself found me huffing and puffing, my baggy pyjamas almost on the verge of slipping down,sweat pouring in rivers down my face.I finally staggered (or crawled, can't quite remember...) the last few metres down the track, and slumped down the side of a wall. Too late,I realised that the wall was kind of slimy and I was now covered in a green gunk that was sliding down my back....

Dusty, sweaty and now slimy, I stumbled out of LBS...beyond caring who saw me.Slowly,I reached my hostel, only to be greeted by fresh, clean friends looking smarter than ever, especially when confronted with the Slime Monster a.k.a. me. Faced with the prospect of climbing the two floors to my room, I almost baulked, but the mud and the green wetness oozing out of my clothes gave me the last few ounces of strength.I finally reached my room and emerged a few minutes later having lost some weight (I washed off the dirt and gunk...they added up to a few pounds at least...).The pyjamas and now green tee were in a polythene, to be dumped at the earliest.I crashed on my bed for a few minutes of introspection and motivation. In under 10 seconds, I was asleep and dead to the world...

So much for the Jogger Spark..or jogger's park..or whatever...
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