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It all started this afternoon here in Hyderabad...
As long as my wife was alive I was quite active physically and kept up fairly good health. I used to do a lot of household work, shopping, and going for long walks in the evening...miles to go before I slept.
This continued even when she was bedridden for all of six months and more when she needed me constantly by her side. I used to snatch an hour in the evenings and walk a mile or two, and blog daily some nonsense or the other. And ate only once a day and stayed slim.
Things changed suddenly as soon as she died...I took to bed and stopped stirring and walking and started gorging. And within three months I developed a mighty paunch and felt ill.
With an iron resolve I stopped eating lunches and got back to my one-meal-a-day routine. And within 3 months I cut down 10 kg of weight but couldn't resume walking. But the sick feeling continued.
And I was encouraged to walk by my son and d-i-l and restarted walking slowly.
And then I practically became blind due to cataract in both eyes and was forced to undergo surgery over a period of 4 months in both the eyes.
That meant bed practically.
Again the yo-yo...
After another iron resolve, I restarted walking, this time just going round the walkway round our apartment-complex six or seven times an evening.
Then one evening I hit the edge of our shallow rain water drain, took a mighty tumble and twisted my right ankle so badly that I couldn't walk...for all of 3 months again.
And got back my paunch with a vengeance.
And then I thought it safe to walk just in front of the smooth walkway in front of our apartment to and fro a dozen odd times at intervals despite making an ass of myself to onlookers.
And I reverted to my original figure, sort of, in 3 months.
Then I imbibed a lung infection that put me down for the next three months.
And I regained my famous paunch; and my son, d-i-l, and even Ishani started making comments about it...the debate was if I was 5 months pregnant or just 4.
And my blogging became erratic...
So this afternoon I was really getting worried and dropped off to a fitful snooze...
And I entered my dreamland...
Somehow or the other I started riding my ancient pushbike all over the city and lost my way...pushbike was the thing I rode in KGP in my youth...
And I began worrying how to get back home and parked my bike on its shaky stand and asked a shopkeeper the way to the campus...
And he started lecturing me about the price of onions and went on for five minutes.
I got vexed and turned back only to find that my bike got stolen and the gent who was lecturing me started laughing.
Surely this was KGP where 3 of my bikes got stolen over 5 years...
And then I was walking vigorously and started enjoying it but lost my way again.
This time I asked an old man sitting by the wayside and reading his Amrit Bazar Patrika how to get back to the Bombay Highway...back to Hyderabad.
And he started narrating in detail about his cataract and weight problems.
Suddenly I asked him to forget the railway line but tell me how and where to get an auto.
And he laughed and replied:
"There are no autos in Muthkur, don't you know"
And everyone around started guffawing aloud and I felt so shamed and worried that I woke up in pouring sweat...
...and started blogging this piece...
...still with my paunch intact...
...Posted by Ishani
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It all started this afternoon here in Hyderabad...
As long as my wife was alive I was quite active physically and kept up fairly good health. I used to do a lot of household work, shopping, and going for long walks in the evening...miles to go before I slept.
This continued even when she was bedridden for all of six months and more when she needed me constantly by her side. I used to snatch an hour in the evenings and walk a mile or two, and blog daily some nonsense or the other. And ate only once a day and stayed slim.
Things changed suddenly as soon as she died...I took to bed and stopped stirring and walking and started gorging. And within three months I developed a mighty paunch and felt ill.
With an iron resolve I stopped eating lunches and got back to my one-meal-a-day routine. And within 3 months I cut down 10 kg of weight but couldn't resume walking. But the sick feeling continued.
And I was encouraged to walk by my son and d-i-l and restarted walking slowly.
And then I practically became blind due to cataract in both eyes and was forced to undergo surgery over a period of 4 months in both the eyes.
That meant bed practically.
Again the yo-yo...
After another iron resolve, I restarted walking, this time just going round the walkway round our apartment-complex six or seven times an evening.
Then one evening I hit the edge of our shallow rain water drain, took a mighty tumble and twisted my right ankle so badly that I couldn't walk...for all of 3 months again.
And got back my paunch with a vengeance.
And then I thought it safe to walk just in front of the smooth walkway in front of our apartment to and fro a dozen odd times at intervals despite making an ass of myself to onlookers.
And I reverted to my original figure, sort of, in 3 months.
Then I imbibed a lung infection that put me down for the next three months.
And I regained my famous paunch; and my son, d-i-l, and even Ishani started making comments about it...the debate was if I was 5 months pregnant or just 4.
And my blogging became erratic...
So this afternoon I was really getting worried and dropped off to a fitful snooze...
And I entered my dreamland...
Somehow or the other I started riding my ancient pushbike all over the city and lost my way...pushbike was the thing I rode in KGP in my youth...
And I began worrying how to get back home and parked my bike on its shaky stand and asked a shopkeeper the way to the campus...
And he started lecturing me about the price of onions and went on for five minutes.
I got vexed and turned back only to find that my bike got stolen and the gent who was lecturing me started laughing.
Surely this was KGP where 3 of my bikes got stolen over 5 years...
And then I was walking vigorously and started enjoying it but lost my way again.
This time I asked an old man sitting by the wayside and reading his Amrit Bazar Patrika how to get back to the Bombay Highway...back to Hyderabad.
And he started narrating in detail about his cataract and weight problems.
Suddenly I asked him to forget the railway line but tell me how and where to get an auto.
And he laughed and replied:
"There are no autos in Muthkur, don't you know"
And everyone around started guffawing aloud and I felt so shamed and worried that I woke up in pouring sweat...
...and started blogging this piece...
...still with my paunch intact...
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Wish I had the 'iron resolve' to follow your prescription for how to keep fit.Alas I can dream only!
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