Urging to go back on long rides. The gym has captivated me. I want to grow big, huge.. like the Mr. Olympia contestants. Thats not easy.
Sometimes I just sit and tell myself 'its all about stuffs you push into your body.' Sounds unfair though. But when you get the kick in gym, its feels like as if you have discovered God. Its addictive.
Not sure what's gonna be more addictive for me, staying and working in Shillong or life discovered as a free bird on my thunderbird. Hope the second one works better. Yet looking at the summer heat baking the rest of India I tell myself Shillong is good.
Suffering a nasal congestion and Cherry snapped at me "go more on long rides" as if my bike rides were responsible for my urti. Everytime I get a fever I try to figure out which patient gifted me the thing. Talking about bike rides, realized one heavenly thing : nothing makes you happier than reviving your bike back after an accident.
The last bike ride to Jowai made me feel the happiness of being single more, being irresponsible, being free. Twisting and turning through the green hills, turning your head to lust the pretty valleys glimmering under the clouded sunshine, songs running from your headphone. Robbie williams feel, angel, chayiya chayiya, this song does knock rolls while biking in Cherrapunji, some Emraan hashmi movie songs, Kishore kumar songs, ah well last time I kept singing Mere naseeb mai ae dost tera pyaar nahi.. Some how from some where the forlorn ghosts always manage to creep in. Whatever.
Nowadays if somebody yips at me at my future family plans I yap back "do I look like a guy who wants to get married."
In short, life is good here. Nice emergency duty. Nice working environment except few assholes around, you can't get a perfect scenario anywhere though. Learning things even though I don't get time to open books at all. Nice climate. Above all.. Peace. Probably living a dream era with a dream body in making. Or who gets to work out in the most hot shot gym of the city with anabolics on the run. Probably the best place to bike around.
And yet all good things must come to an end. And the end is knocking with pg dreams ahead. I don't know what will life be as a medical officer forever. Lord knows what will happen to our college pg seats. If that goes away, again opening books is tough to imagine presently.
Tonight at the gym one new guy was being instructed by everyone about the correct posture on T bar. It rather had turned into a hilarious moment. Gym freaks. Somehow out of the busy responsibility filled life of everyone of these people, they take out time to sweat it all out and enjoy their time in the Galaxy gym. The song running at the moment was 4 Non blondes What's up. Looking at the new fellow surely it was a what's up scenario. I said hey whats going on. Thats a nice song. Or rather I should be reminded of Emi waking up with a muddled face at 3 am on emergency table when a gasping patient brought in. Emi woke up with a gesture "whats going on.."
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