All of a sudden, I have become very conscious of my waistline. No, it has not increased upto alarming levels, not yet. But, time moves very fast. And if we dont keep track of it, it will move us out of track. I am proud of my waistline, in the sense, that, I can still boast , that it is more or less the same as it was during college days. Sitting in front of 'white screen with black boundaries with letters dancing in it' for long hours has not affected my waistline too much. And when my peers and friends say that ,'abe, tu to waisa hi hai', I take it as a compliment. But for how long? I realised that I am hovering over a thin line that separates, what you can call a 'hatta katta swasth banda' and a 'mota banda'. I am in a age group where, we often neglect the thin line in our pursuit of growth, money, power, career(almost synonyms of each other) that we invariably trip on the wrong side. So, I decided to take the plunge before it gets too late. So, what am I going to do? Or rather how am I going to do?
Among other things, with steely determination, I have started to go for a morning walk. So what, if I am going in jeans. Lack of suitable clothes can not stop me from starting. Determination has been pushing me from bed for last three early mornings. But, I will be tested in coming days. Winter is crawling slowly. Air is already cool and scented with the its fragrance. I hope to keep my ground.
Talking of morning walks, I remember an incident.
Nightouts were an integral part of my college life.(They still are. Though the frequency has decreased). I had a weird habit of going for a walk in the mornings on most of those nightouts. I believe, it gave me a sense of achievement, a feeling of doing something good, after wasting time in nights. So, it was one of those days, when I was sitting on my bed parallely to the backdoor which I had left open to welcome the dawn. (It was ground floor). I reckon, it was around 5:00 AM and it was still dark outside, when I opened outside wooden door.(Left the inside webbed door closed ) I had pulled my running shoes from under the bed and started reading something, as I waited for 'some light' to come outside. After about 15 mins, I turned to see towards the door. And, I saw a person(I am inclining to say man, but I didnt see the face). In plain white clothes, he was trying to see, who is sitting inside the webbed doors. I rushed to the door. But he was gone. I opened the door violently and rushed outside. But he was GONE!! Absolutely, no human presence anywhere near was visible. Honestly speaking, I was more curious than scared.
Was it God's joke to pull me out of my room and announce that the dawn has indeed come? If yes, then he succedded. As I went for a morning walk soon after.