I am under fire from Señora for lack of exercise regularly these days. All my exercise is now only confined to the jaws and to an extent, the elbows and knees (for constantly shifting between the clutch, the brake and the accelerator and the gear shift in the traffic maelstrom of Bengaluru)
Not that I hate exercise, but its regimentation is what is off-putting and the binge afterwards that moves its net effect to negative. Right from childhood (you have always got those days to blame :-)), the maximum I have been able to bend my back forward with the knees straight is between 70-90 degrees. The hands would never go below the knee, forget touching the ankles or the feet. So much for flexibility! Compare that with Señora who can touch the ground with her palm at the snap of a finger (she is into yoga classes these days, so no dearth of āsanās) or La Niña, who despite being doubly slothful as me, can make a contortionist to cower. My genes do show up in El Niño to an extent with the back-bending (better than me though; he can touch his ankles), but then El Niño can grind 2.5 hours of tennis a day for four days in a week and in addition, some local cricket and badminton before threatening to "work" me out with the stretch exercises from his tennis classes. I do play a game or two of badminton now and then, but it is all hogwash to the powers that be, as an excuse to doze the noons off.
As the year-end exams loom, Señora is busy reading up on the wars of Indian independence, flits across countries and continents, brushes up on ethenes and polymerization, solving math equations, tackles a bunch of life science material and dabbles with Hindi and Sanskrit, as if she had to pass the exams, her Highness happily watches TV, growls on being asked to answer questions or to concentrate on her book rather than on the general chit-chat at home (she's got my genes here, I've to say), draws pretty ink designs on her hands and in notebooks, goes into dreamland regularly and blames Kapil Sibal on the way for the tests. I have had to devise question papers for El Niño, but the inconsistent scores reveal that I do a pretty bad work on testing him and too lenient in getting him to learn. Result, there is one less thing for me to do (not that I can escape it entirely)
So you thought I am reviewing 'Dirty Picture' looking at the title? I am just singing my blues away! :-D :-D
Not that I hate exercise, but its regimentation is what is off-putting and the binge afterwards that moves its net effect to negative. Right from childhood (you have always got those days to blame :-)), the maximum I have been able to bend my back forward with the knees straight is between 70-90 degrees. The hands would never go below the knee, forget touching the ankles or the feet. So much for flexibility! Compare that with Señora who can touch the ground with her palm at the snap of a finger (she is into yoga classes these days, so no dearth of āsanās) or La Niña, who despite being doubly slothful as me, can make a contortionist to cower. My genes do show up in El Niño to an extent with the back-bending (better than me though; he can touch his ankles), but then El Niño can grind 2.5 hours of tennis a day for four days in a week and in addition, some local cricket and badminton before threatening to "work" me out with the stretch exercises from his tennis classes. I do play a game or two of badminton now and then, but it is all hogwash to the powers that be, as an excuse to doze the noons off.
As the year-end exams loom, Señora is busy reading up on the wars of Indian independence, flits across countries and continents, brushes up on ethenes and polymerization, solving math equations, tackles a bunch of life science material and dabbles with Hindi and Sanskrit, as if she had to pass the exams, her Highness happily watches TV, growls on being asked to answer questions or to concentrate on her book rather than on the general chit-chat at home (she's got my genes here, I've to say), draws pretty ink designs on her hands and in notebooks, goes into dreamland regularly and blames Kapil Sibal on the way for the tests. I have had to devise question papers for El Niño, but the inconsistent scores reveal that I do a pretty bad work on testing him and too lenient in getting him to learn. Result, there is one less thing for me to do (not that I can escape it entirely)
So you thought I am reviewing 'Dirty Picture' looking at the title? I am just singing my blues away! :-D :-D
7 comments:
Tra la la la ~~~~~Pl sing with gusto !
So you are busy even at home ;) ;)
Boss, wanna see u in six packu ;) ;)
neenga set pannatha questions papers aa [Many attempt that exam paper u set several times :) Me never took the exam LOL :P :D am so proud of it as i stood fr my principles ;) well there was a price for it!]
Ah Dirty Picture! Me and PL wanted to watch it in theatre BIG SCREEN :P
rammmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.....mudhalla unga perlenthu rendu moonu 'm' kurainga..weight aprama paathukalam :D :D :D u epo chn comings?
hahahahah i really thot that was what u were going to do , or ur attempt to learn dancing like that lol :P share the same sentiment with respect to excercise. As chandler says, Dammn I am 30 plus , I want to sit in the comfortable chair, watch tv and go go sleep at reasonable hours :)
@Ramesh - Tra la la la. Boney-M? :-)
@zeno-Why this kolaveri? As is, I am one packu. :-)
'Easy peasy lemon squeezy' paperukkae ippadiyaa. innum konjam kashtamaa vechchirukkanum. :-P I would have loved to see your scores on it. Ha Ha Ha. Now cannot do anything. Aanaalum unga policyae policy thaan. Evvalavu naal thalli podanumo, avvalavu naal push-out. If somebody wants it that bad, they'll get back, illayaa? :)
Dirty Picture paaththeengala? Mrs.PL oorla illayaa? :-P
@gils-Me Chn comings, but you maybe in Amreeka! What 2 do? :-) Maybe see there sometime?
@Srivats-Ha Ha Ha. All that I want to do is laze and watch TV, both of which happen in spurts. Agree with Chandler. :-D
read y day .. 6 pack love mathiri maintain pannalena poyidum thoppai friendship mathiri vidave mudiyathu :)
Hey . . . . long time no post ?
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