Miscellaneous

I accidentally opened my own blog and realised I haven’t blogged in 4 months! I have a lot to write about but when its all typed and edited, it reads like someone else’s life. And sometimes words fall short to express the whole range of emotions at various things/people and I scrap it all.

So, just to “get the groove back” – I will just rattle on and see if it works to remove the block. (bear with me)

I was reborn this January, as my divorce came through. Took me 3 years to wriggle out of the fake marriage. The divorce proceedings were quite a humiliating experience and I still get goose bumps when I think about the court scenes- more real than any realistic court movie scenes. I hope NO ONE has to go stand like a criminal in presence of strangers and give out personal details of their lives to a conservative unforgiving stranger (the judge) and see their parents get humiliated of not convincing their child enough to “save the marriage” because they are the parents of a girl in a “society that does not approve of divorces.”

I am not sure if it is another battle won or lost but the whole drama at home and in the court room was nightmarish and I am glad it is over.

So, although I have been reborn I still get run over and over by another truck full of emotions – so although I am supposed to feel all rejuvenated, I feel sort of all battered and bruised on the inside. There are bouts of balmy days (more like hours) but do not long last enough to heal the soul. Apparently, the masseur is really confused.

I tried adopting Buddhism in an attempt to find myself and just calm down a bit- but I realised I run away from any kind of “religious binding” just like some men I know who go into a coma at the mention (or sometimes even an implication) of the word “marriage”.

But I discovered, just like in a marriage, it works only when you walk in willingly and whole heartedly. So, I dumped Buddhism and moved on.

Therefore, the only routine-altering experience in the past 4 months I had was joining a fitness program like no other till date.

It is called Tough Love Fitness – read MPT’s (My Personal Trainer) blog here where he introduces me.

What is unbelievable is that just about when I was looking for some exciting out-of-the box fitness regime, I somehow bumped into MPT. The whole “ask and you shall receive” works for me, I guess.

If you bothered to check the above link, you will know that it’s an outdoorsy thing. So, my initial thought was, how difficult can it get without all the dreadful gym equipment? Just to realise that it is a bitch of a training – the muscles I never knew existed in my body were sore to core!! The soreness so sore that it took not a day or 2 but almost a week to heal. It is tough but in a way that you don’t feel like quitting rather challenging yourself more.

I would recommend it to all the people who hate gym’ming but want to be fit. Go to a park/beach near your house and rough it out.

On a more vanity’ish note, having a personal trainer is so totally cool. Makes you feel like a celebrity, almost. The constant attention and dedication for one hour only to get your body in shape is amazing. The good thing with MPT is that he is very comfortable to be with and puts a whole lot of fun in the workouts with his good humour and tons of encouragement with his frequent “Come’on Sharmaaaa, you can do it” and “that was good, Sharma, not bad for a smoker, eh?!”. It is almost mandatory for your trainer to be a fun person because otherwise without the gym mirrors to preen into or the music to pump your adrenalin, this can be the most boring workout ever. So, kudos to the mozzi bhai MPT.

Another good thing that came out of this – I got back to my long lost love – cycling :-)

Went to school for 6 years on a cycle and I know it more as a form of 'transport' than 'a sport', really – but it was so awesome to ride a bike almost after 15 years for a warm up . Hopefully, will have more of that in the coming weeks in the form of biking trips etc.

There is lot more to write but I am suddenly tired of altering between typing and scratching my feet and arms from all the mosquito bites and flailing arms to shoo away the blood sucker mother fuckers!

Till next ......SLAPP…**squishhhes a mosquito** - (Hallelujah!!) time!