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I have an obsession … and all week all I can think about is this particular activity……
…while sitting in office … I am thinking of the one hour I will spend with this guy.
Ya … this guy he has the ability to make me sweat … and not just sweat but really sweat!!!
He is too good… he has me gasping for air …
he has me wanting more….
wanting it but not wanting it….
He starts me off with the usual routine of 20 crunches in a minute, 180 punches in a minute and three minute of intense jogging… Then there are the 20 kicks in the air from your left feet and 20 from your right … there is the back kicks, the front round kicks … the insane leg bending exercise that I cant seem to do And the absolutely insane tummy crunches that have me wincing and crying out in pain …
…but I still do it … it’s that pain that I like to experience…
My kickboxing class is a prayer … its meditative … and the most satisfying one hour that I have in a day
Eeeeeeeeha!
Delhi is me.
I am Delhi.
I have lived here all my life …
I have hated Delhi, loved Delhi, loathed Delhi.
I have grown up here, fell in love here, grown fat here, jogged here, lied here, lived here and wasted time here.
To be honest I havent given back to the city that has moulded me into who i am now.
And now as summers approach … i feel a tad bit sad … that the cousy winters have gone away a bit too quickly … and now the sticky, sweaty, lazy, sunny days are here (Not that lazy changes …. come winter… summer …spring …. 
How do Delhites cope with the summer heat?
When the sweat becomes unbearable, we drive around in our AC cars … the fan does not cool us enough … so we switch on our split AC’s
… we drink Rooh Afza with ice cubes … lemonade with crushed ice … we suck on Chuski available by the roadside in different flavours of Khas, Masala, Rose ….
We try to find a shady tree while out in the city … shield our eyes from the sun and pull our very expensive goggles on
… we talk and we talk … sipping our ice teas… we disscuss ideas or we simply vile away our time
Delhi is harsh in summers
Its harsher in winters
Delhi blows hot .. blows cold …
Delhi is like an unpredictable girl friend … she will keep u on your toes … you will never know what she will do next
Delhi O Delhi ~
Okay there is something about me and jobs. Whatever I take up, I start to detest it after a few months. I hated my first job and now my new job, that is not so new … is reaching that ’I hate this job’ phase.
Obviously the hum de dum of my job has creeped in.
The Oh my god! phase is over … where everything was a Oh my god!
The office is so huge ! Oh my god! …. The canteen serves good food! Oh my god! … The men are drool worthy ! Oh my god! … They are giving me free Internet connection ! Oh my god! …. They have a costa in the same complex!!?? OH MY GOD!
etc etc etc etc
Why does this happen? When and why eventually does this ‘Oh well’ stage creep in?
Why is there this mind numbing boredom slowly creeping on me?
Am i incapable of sustaining anything? Am i going to not like every job i take ? Am I going to crib all my life?
Where are you when I need you with some answers?
The World Economic Forum 2008, has come up with its annual ‘Travel and Tourism Competitiveness Report 2008′. This report measures the T&T (Travel and Tourism) competitiveness of economies, by using an index called the Travel and Tourism Competitiveness Index (TTCI). The TTCI measures each economy on the following criterion -
Rules and regulations of an economy, how environmentally friendly the economy is, the safety and security an economy provides to its travelers, air transport, tourism infrastructure, natural resources, cultural resources and few others. In total there are about 14 criterion where in an economy is measured.
India ranks a lousy 65. Switzerland comes in 1 and Lesotho is a 130.
India at 65 is something that makes me sad. The recent rapes, murders, thefts have propelled India in the list of countries that are not safe for tourists. UK, US, Canada and Australia have issued warnings to its citizens about visiting India. We are the dreaded country for tourists. Tourists should be extremely careful while visiting India. At every corner in India there is a supposed thief, rapist and murderer, lurking to pounce on well-meaning tourists.
Forget the cultural delight that India has to offer, its historical monuments, different communities living as one, the ever welcoming people, the easy weather and abundance to explore in terms of food, places, clothes and oh-my-god what not!
All this and more gets ignored as tourists high on drugs and booze, walking aimless on the beach unescorted fall prey to Indian lechers.
Am I being harsh? … hell yes! Cause when i visit a foreign country I read up on the place and take as much precaution as possible and not willingly walk into danger.
India can’t provide a safe haven for drug and alcohol abusers. Period.
Am I disappointed about the ranking? Absolutely not!
All I am saying is there is more to India …. which will probably be overlooked as there is too much of dirt that is floating around about my country.
Angels in my Kitchen is one of my favourite places to eat out. It is situated in the Defence colony market of Delhi and houses the most sumptuous cakes, buns, croissants, veg platter (please stop me!) , chocolate brownie, coffee, eggs platter , smoked vegetables, salads …
hmmmm and what not !
I have already recommended it to everyone i know and more than happily taken them there and waited for their gushing reviews about the place, while i smile my ya-i-know smile 
The decor of the place is very simple and practical, there are no flowing curtains, no cushy sofas, not even a jazzy wall paint. The place does not pretend to be a lounge (like every second place in Delhi is doing) and is a we-serve-food-here kinda place, with no frills attached.
I discovered it, a year back and since then i have had numerous breakfasts, lunches and coffees at Angels.
I again had the good fortune to share this place with two people last weekend … S and D. Now S and D are insane. Insane is not even close to how insanely insane they are. We had planned to meet for breakfast and S and D obviously turned up late, for a change i wasnt fuming as i had my yum yum hot chocolate to keep me company.
Conversation with these two just flows … its smooth, no pretence kind of a conversation that is speckled with funny anecdotes and insane ideas. Craziness started with me clicking a picture of these guys and then showing it to them. That was the start of an insane debate called ‘My shoulders are broader than yours’. We then went on to measure each shoulder length with the available cutlery. Then there was the boob story that will be another post. I probably havent laughed that hard at breakfast.
Top it all at my favourite place - Angles in my Kitchen. That was probably the best breakfast that i have had in a while.
The excruciating pain … when your existence depends on an email
Keep pressing refresh … wondering what is taking so long
Is the AC not working? Why cant i hum my favourite song?
Send myself an email to check if all is well with my inbox
The email gets duly delivered… sits there and mocks
Refresh Refresh
Sweat … sweat a bit more
Tapping of my feet
… that extra cup of coffee
Refresh Refresh Refresh Refresh
Refresh !!!!!!
The endless wait into oblivion
Tap Tap Tap Tap
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