Scribbling after so long. The mobile phone network facilities are like the government of India, too many promises and propaganda, least help for the common man. Sitting here in heart of Kolkata and my airtel internet is problematic. Shillong was better. I am going back there. Happy resolution.
Waiting for new saddle bags, bike gloves, mask, one new tank bag. And then I will be riding back. This will be a long ride after a long time. Bodybuilding had me occupied for the past two years. But no complaints. I loved bodybuilding. Always wanted to do it. Going ahead for that.
Ok Anirban sir clicked only five snaps of mine on Mr Meghalaya occasion. Well his captures are better than Stevie Sir ones of Ironman Classic. But Stevie sir did his best to capture my all poses.
Speaking of bodybuilding. Today I will initiate with the holy lines "the universe falls in love with stubborn hearts." Take another one "every champion was once a contender who refused to give up." the former line was maybe from Paulo Coelho. The later one is Rocky Balboa I think. I was the champion on the night of 21 october 2017 in Aurobindo Auditorium Shillong. No matter what the people say I will rest with final words 'it was a miracle.' Santosh didn't come up because of his ill health. Sohail targeted some other competition. With these two top competitors not competing I knew it was my night. One huge guy did come up, Andrew named him 'truck'. The guy was more than 40 years old, had experience and qualified for international level competitions. God knows why he came up on Mr Meghalaya stage. It was like some nuclear physicist sitting to write a maths exam with first standard students. I stood behind him watched him solo posing. I realised instead of criticising him I should take a lesson out of him that next time I face guys like him or better than him I should be able to show them the backstage door. He deserved criticism for standing in way of amateurs like us. That work was done by my fellow people. Thanks to them.
Well I planned my return. But I am looking at a drought, again. I remember the October month of 2016. I had no money. No job. No house. Mr Meghalaya was in November. Neigrihms joining was awaited and delaying on account of durga puja dusshera holidays. Sometimes I realise these festivals just turn up to delay the office works. I resigned from Nazareth on account of the rude behaviour of the administrator. Then I became Chris Gardener of Pursuit Of Happyness. Baia kept telling me to stop bodybuilding. I was reluctant. On the stage of Mr Meghalaya 2016, I did look like a potato. I am a bengali, being a potato is in my gene. After the show I returned to see myself in mirror and I told myself I won't quit. I told Baia I will compete again next year. She was angry. At most of the situations I kept referring to movies. Dad said no bodybuilding. I became like Niki Lauda walking out of his house determined to race. I remember how I used to keep Baia waiting for me in Galaxy gym while I told her to let me finish my work out. Santosh used to walk to me smiling and telling me "she is here bro." She was always supportive for me. Right from the first day I had told her bodybuilding will always be my first preference, anything else will come secondary, so never complain about it. And she kept her word. At the restaurants she used to see me starve myself, on account of dieting. She was my tutor at home. She was apt in picking up my flaws while posing. Like my parents and fellow Doctors, she also always wished me to do pg. When I was planned to leave shillong to come kolkata in October 2017 to pursue pg she said she was elated. She started saying she would be missing me. I had planned my return to Shillong the moment I took the cab to airport from police bazaar. Just that the return happened with in one month. When I told her I cancelled my pg plans for bodybuilding, she said ok. I wonder why did I think of leaving the three months extension option of neigrihms and returned to Kolkata just to return in one month. She couldn't make it to any of my bodybuilding competitions till now. Yet she used to keep praying and she would start messaging about the results. If the results went well it would end with celebrations and photography like in Mr Meghalaya. If results went otherwise it would end with me walking out with a down face. Well to tell you the truth, you can asses the results in tanning area itself. And if you are aware of some powerpuff competitors, like when I had spotted Sohail in tanning area in Ironman Classic I realised he was the champ. After that the stage is just for the last rituals. Use the lights. You have practised the posings well, so go on the stage and entertain the audience and show the judges what you are. The fight is won or lost far away from the witness in the gym, before I dance under those lights - Muhammad Ali. His lines have always been motivating any gym enthusiast. Sohail came to me in the back stage on Mr Meghalaya to check my posing again. That was a nice sportsmanship.
Leaving the Galaxy gym and joining Iron House gym in Rynjah was the turning point decision. I remember I walked in the Iron House, met Bransley and fired the first question at him "how much weight can your leg press machine carry?" He looked at me for a moment and said "this is a heavy duty machine, it is very good." I replied "Will it tolerate 800 kgs?" He was silent for some seconds and then smiled and said "you please come in morning and meet my dad and talk to him."
Next day morning I was there at 7 am, met uncle, he always carries a smile on his face. His first notion at me was "yeah I remember you, you looked like a potato on the stage of Mr Meghalaya." Thats how I collected the reference for myself "potato on stage in 2016, champion of champions in 2017." Does sound arrogant I know. But its true.
Anyway I missed working out with Santosh though. In gym if you have someone going parallel to you or someone doing better than you, you get the boost. In Iron House gym I was the king. The gym looked at me as the possible contender for trophy as the gym didn't have anyone yet who could have brought home the trophy. The only person who pushed me to extreme in Iron house was Mantre, his struggle during cut down phase before Ironman Classic in September 2017. Mantre was very young. Was introduced to bodybuilding by Javed. They never bulked up. Never acquired the size of a bodybuilder, fitted well in a state level low weight category, but they were sculpted best for a Physique competition. Mantre hit the gold in Physique division in Mr Meghalaya in October 2017. The way the guy dragged himself into the gym in evening when already the morning workout weariness hadn't left his face then. Then with dry sunken face he used to look around and struggled with his work out. I looked at him and used to tell myself 'if he can do it why not me.' This line has killed the young generation, especially in India. But the line went "if he/she can do it why not you." This line was blown on our faces by our parents. Basically for exam marks. I don't know how many times I got to hear it from my parents. Now my dad has become a little tired of spelling his those cherished words, simply because he realised I no longer wish to be compared to his selection of scholars. Nowadays I prefer to blast my ass in gym with corrected version of the very same 'if he can do it why not me.'
Neigrihms contract finished. Nazareth won't take me. Looking at Bethany Supercare and DHS office, to, redeem my bodybuilding dreams. Shillong house rents are pretty high. My dad tells me with that much rent I can get a 3 bhk flat on tenth floor in posh areas of Kolkata. Bodybuilding is an expensive thankless sport. Quoted by dear Andrew Bareh. Correction from me. It is not a sport. But it indeed is expensive and thankless. A person does it simply because he/she loves to do it. It is the art of sculpting. Cited by Arnold Schwarzenegger. But that sculpting process takes the whole toll on a person. In India where a person's ability to chase passion is just dying. This one adduced by my Henry Nongrum Sir. Not quite so. My cousin, Shaswata Roy, breezed his way into Chennai IIT in his first attempt without any coaching, preparing at home, and he is never satisfied with his performance, he never likes anyone to speak high about him nor does he ever wish to say what he has achieved. He just knows his next destination thats all what matters to him. He is happy when he is let to do what he is doing. He is focused. Its something like Sachin Tendulkar, you let him bat for the nation and he is the happiest person in the world. Records don't matter to him. So basically if your passion is something to do with studies, that will be welcomed by the Indian society. But if it is anything other than studies, it becomes controversial. And being born in a Bengali family I am facing this problem like hell now. Sat with books after so long past few days, mugging up for pg entrance exam, felt like I am being forced to swallow 10 kgs bitter gourd in one sitting. Went to a nearby gym in evening, after 20 minutes when the endorphin kicked in, I just realised how much I missed Iron house gym in rynjah.
My dad wishes to buy me a car in attempts to prevent me from leaving home. And I want to go back to Shillong. I wish my dad would spare me half of that car money so that I can thrive my bodybuilding on it. Surely if you stay in north east for two years, you will only be diagnosed as mad to leave that place to set your tent in kolkata mumbai chennai etc. Yesterday I got fined thousand rupees by kolkata traffic police for a hopeless reason. The shillong traffic police was better. No work gets done in kolkata on time. Heat, dust, arrogant people broadcasting their stupid opinions on the road. And inside the house, mosquitoes. Every official is corrupted. Everyone is lazy. People here just love to eat and sleep. No doubt West Bengal should be renamed as tummy land, the grand house of diabetes and hypertension. And people will have problem if I say I wish to do bodybuilding, I want to go back to Meghalaya where people aren't so lazy like here. Last evening I messaged Baia 'nothing seems right with this world.' When I wished to marry her, our religious and community differences crept in. Bengali parents need to be addressed that education wasn't meant to make their daughters and sons doctors and IITians, but to evolve their thinking process.
Maybe I should tag myself now as 'married to bodybuilding.'
Thinking of going for national level body, I have to build a thing like Sunit Jadhav. The guy is a masterpiece. With my height maybe if I bring a Lee Priest thing on the stage then maybe some chances are there. And it takes years to sculpt anything that we worship, be it the Lee Priest or Phil Heath. I cannot stand like a mass monster on the stage, though I wish to be one, like Dorian Yates, Roelly Winklar. With my height I should look forward to be a giant killer instead. Lee Priest was the giant killer. They have started calling William Bonac giant killer now although he looks like a giant himself. Or refer to the 212 category guys. Flex Lewis. He is a big time motivation. He should look to Hadi Choopan now. I don't know why Hidetada Yamagashi never opted for 212 category.
And then I wish if my parents had supported me for bodybuilding. I just envy Bransley how his dad prompts him for bodybuilding competitions. I feel I was born in wrong part of the world. I should have followed Batiston Sir's advice much earlier to go to Shillong for bodybuilding.
Maybe this time when I ride to Shillong I will listen to Guns n Roses song "Take me down to the paradise city where the grass is green and girls are pretty ... " Two Steps From Hell and Audiomachine tracks kept me going on in gym these past two years. I selected To the Victory track from Two Steps From Hell for my solo posing. Lets never mark out the Hans Zimmer Lost But Won track from the movie Rush. That beautiful combination of Ron Howard and Hans Zimmer creeps under the skin during the endurance work outs.
Waiting for new saddle bags, bike gloves, mask, one new tank bag. And then I will be riding back. This will be a long ride after a long time. Bodybuilding had me occupied for the past two years. But no complaints. I loved bodybuilding. Always wanted to do it. Going ahead for that.
Ok Anirban sir clicked only five snaps of mine on Mr Meghalaya occasion. Well his captures are better than Stevie Sir ones of Ironman Classic. But Stevie sir did his best to capture my all poses.
Speaking of bodybuilding. Today I will initiate with the holy lines "the universe falls in love with stubborn hearts." Take another one "every champion was once a contender who refused to give up." the former line was maybe from Paulo Coelho. The later one is Rocky Balboa I think. I was the champion on the night of 21 october 2017 in Aurobindo Auditorium Shillong. No matter what the people say I will rest with final words 'it was a miracle.' Santosh didn't come up because of his ill health. Sohail targeted some other competition. With these two top competitors not competing I knew it was my night. One huge guy did come up, Andrew named him 'truck'. The guy was more than 40 years old, had experience and qualified for international level competitions. God knows why he came up on Mr Meghalaya stage. It was like some nuclear physicist sitting to write a maths exam with first standard students. I stood behind him watched him solo posing. I realised instead of criticising him I should take a lesson out of him that next time I face guys like him or better than him I should be able to show them the backstage door. He deserved criticism for standing in way of amateurs like us. That work was done by my fellow people. Thanks to them.
Well I planned my return. But I am looking at a drought, again. I remember the October month of 2016. I had no money. No job. No house. Mr Meghalaya was in November. Neigrihms joining was awaited and delaying on account of durga puja dusshera holidays. Sometimes I realise these festivals just turn up to delay the office works. I resigned from Nazareth on account of the rude behaviour of the administrator. Then I became Chris Gardener of Pursuit Of Happyness. Baia kept telling me to stop bodybuilding. I was reluctant. On the stage of Mr Meghalaya 2016, I did look like a potato. I am a bengali, being a potato is in my gene. After the show I returned to see myself in mirror and I told myself I won't quit. I told Baia I will compete again next year. She was angry. At most of the situations I kept referring to movies. Dad said no bodybuilding. I became like Niki Lauda walking out of his house determined to race. I remember how I used to keep Baia waiting for me in Galaxy gym while I told her to let me finish my work out. Santosh used to walk to me smiling and telling me "she is here bro." She was always supportive for me. Right from the first day I had told her bodybuilding will always be my first preference, anything else will come secondary, so never complain about it. And she kept her word. At the restaurants she used to see me starve myself, on account of dieting. She was my tutor at home. She was apt in picking up my flaws while posing. Like my parents and fellow Doctors, she also always wished me to do pg. When I was planned to leave shillong to come kolkata in October 2017 to pursue pg she said she was elated. She started saying she would be missing me. I had planned my return to Shillong the moment I took the cab to airport from police bazaar. Just that the return happened with in one month. When I told her I cancelled my pg plans for bodybuilding, she said ok. I wonder why did I think of leaving the three months extension option of neigrihms and returned to Kolkata just to return in one month. She couldn't make it to any of my bodybuilding competitions till now. Yet she used to keep praying and she would start messaging about the results. If the results went well it would end with celebrations and photography like in Mr Meghalaya. If results went otherwise it would end with me walking out with a down face. Well to tell you the truth, you can asses the results in tanning area itself. And if you are aware of some powerpuff competitors, like when I had spotted Sohail in tanning area in Ironman Classic I realised he was the champ. After that the stage is just for the last rituals. Use the lights. You have practised the posings well, so go on the stage and entertain the audience and show the judges what you are. The fight is won or lost far away from the witness in the gym, before I dance under those lights - Muhammad Ali. His lines have always been motivating any gym enthusiast. Sohail came to me in the back stage on Mr Meghalaya to check my posing again. That was a nice sportsmanship.
Leaving the Galaxy gym and joining Iron House gym in Rynjah was the turning point decision. I remember I walked in the Iron House, met Bransley and fired the first question at him "how much weight can your leg press machine carry?" He looked at me for a moment and said "this is a heavy duty machine, it is very good." I replied "Will it tolerate 800 kgs?" He was silent for some seconds and then smiled and said "you please come in morning and meet my dad and talk to him."
Next day morning I was there at 7 am, met uncle, he always carries a smile on his face. His first notion at me was "yeah I remember you, you looked like a potato on the stage of Mr Meghalaya." Thats how I collected the reference for myself "potato on stage in 2016, champion of champions in 2017." Does sound arrogant I know. But its true.
Anyway I missed working out with Santosh though. In gym if you have someone going parallel to you or someone doing better than you, you get the boost. In Iron House gym I was the king. The gym looked at me as the possible contender for trophy as the gym didn't have anyone yet who could have brought home the trophy. The only person who pushed me to extreme in Iron house was Mantre, his struggle during cut down phase before Ironman Classic in September 2017. Mantre was very young. Was introduced to bodybuilding by Javed. They never bulked up. Never acquired the size of a bodybuilder, fitted well in a state level low weight category, but they were sculpted best for a Physique competition. Mantre hit the gold in Physique division in Mr Meghalaya in October 2017. The way the guy dragged himself into the gym in evening when already the morning workout weariness hadn't left his face then. Then with dry sunken face he used to look around and struggled with his work out. I looked at him and used to tell myself 'if he can do it why not me.' This line has killed the young generation, especially in India. But the line went "if he/she can do it why not you." This line was blown on our faces by our parents. Basically for exam marks. I don't know how many times I got to hear it from my parents. Now my dad has become a little tired of spelling his those cherished words, simply because he realised I no longer wish to be compared to his selection of scholars. Nowadays I prefer to blast my ass in gym with corrected version of the very same 'if he can do it why not me.'
Neigrihms contract finished. Nazareth won't take me. Looking at Bethany Supercare and DHS office, to, redeem my bodybuilding dreams. Shillong house rents are pretty high. My dad tells me with that much rent I can get a 3 bhk flat on tenth floor in posh areas of Kolkata. Bodybuilding is an expensive thankless sport. Quoted by dear Andrew Bareh. Correction from me. It is not a sport. But it indeed is expensive and thankless. A person does it simply because he/she loves to do it. It is the art of sculpting. Cited by Arnold Schwarzenegger. But that sculpting process takes the whole toll on a person. In India where a person's ability to chase passion is just dying. This one adduced by my Henry Nongrum Sir. Not quite so. My cousin, Shaswata Roy, breezed his way into Chennai IIT in his first attempt without any coaching, preparing at home, and he is never satisfied with his performance, he never likes anyone to speak high about him nor does he ever wish to say what he has achieved. He just knows his next destination thats all what matters to him. He is happy when he is let to do what he is doing. He is focused. Its something like Sachin Tendulkar, you let him bat for the nation and he is the happiest person in the world. Records don't matter to him. So basically if your passion is something to do with studies, that will be welcomed by the Indian society. But if it is anything other than studies, it becomes controversial. And being born in a Bengali family I am facing this problem like hell now. Sat with books after so long past few days, mugging up for pg entrance exam, felt like I am being forced to swallow 10 kgs bitter gourd in one sitting. Went to a nearby gym in evening, after 20 minutes when the endorphin kicked in, I just realised how much I missed Iron house gym in rynjah.
My dad wishes to buy me a car in attempts to prevent me from leaving home. And I want to go back to Shillong. I wish my dad would spare me half of that car money so that I can thrive my bodybuilding on it. Surely if you stay in north east for two years, you will only be diagnosed as mad to leave that place to set your tent in kolkata mumbai chennai etc. Yesterday I got fined thousand rupees by kolkata traffic police for a hopeless reason. The shillong traffic police was better. No work gets done in kolkata on time. Heat, dust, arrogant people broadcasting their stupid opinions on the road. And inside the house, mosquitoes. Every official is corrupted. Everyone is lazy. People here just love to eat and sleep. No doubt West Bengal should be renamed as tummy land, the grand house of diabetes and hypertension. And people will have problem if I say I wish to do bodybuilding, I want to go back to Meghalaya where people aren't so lazy like here. Last evening I messaged Baia 'nothing seems right with this world.' When I wished to marry her, our religious and community differences crept in. Bengali parents need to be addressed that education wasn't meant to make their daughters and sons doctors and IITians, but to evolve their thinking process.
Maybe I should tag myself now as 'married to bodybuilding.'
Thinking of going for national level body, I have to build a thing like Sunit Jadhav. The guy is a masterpiece. With my height maybe if I bring a Lee Priest thing on the stage then maybe some chances are there. And it takes years to sculpt anything that we worship, be it the Lee Priest or Phil Heath. I cannot stand like a mass monster on the stage, though I wish to be one, like Dorian Yates, Roelly Winklar. With my height I should look forward to be a giant killer instead. Lee Priest was the giant killer. They have started calling William Bonac giant killer now although he looks like a giant himself. Or refer to the 212 category guys. Flex Lewis. He is a big time motivation. He should look to Hadi Choopan now. I don't know why Hidetada Yamagashi never opted for 212 category.
And then I wish if my parents had supported me for bodybuilding. I just envy Bransley how his dad prompts him for bodybuilding competitions. I feel I was born in wrong part of the world. I should have followed Batiston Sir's advice much earlier to go to Shillong for bodybuilding.
Maybe this time when I ride to Shillong I will listen to Guns n Roses song "Take me down to the paradise city where the grass is green and girls are pretty ... " Two Steps From Hell and Audiomachine tracks kept me going on in gym these past two years. I selected To the Victory track from Two Steps From Hell for my solo posing. Lets never mark out the Hans Zimmer Lost But Won track from the movie Rush. That beautiful combination of Ron Howard and Hans Zimmer creeps under the skin during the endurance work outs.
