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Tehelka Magazine, Vol 5, Issue 35, Dated Sept 06, 2008 |
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Accumulating Runs
TRIPTA CHANDOLA
I STARTED RUNNING a few
months ago, having dismissed both
swanky gyms and personalised
training as viable options. Parks, it
was then. Though I have lived in
Delhi for 13 years, the only park I
have visited is Lodhi Gardens. This
limited exploration may have
something to do with a promise to
my mother after one Sunday, when
she packed us to Buddha Jayanti
Park for a picnic. It lasted 15 minutes.
Shocked by the public displays
of affection, she made me
swear I would never visit public
parks. I kept my promise.
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NEELAKASH KSHETRIMAYUM
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After so many years, I wasn’t
sure what to expect from the Rose
Garden across IIT. It has, well, roses,
but also a red sand running track.
Morning runs are a ritual. There
is an unsaid code of conduct the
regulars adhere to, and the initiation
is anything but a cakewalk. The
regulars give you scornful looks,
calculating the morning(s) you will
last. On your tenth day, the looks
begin to soften. Some — do not
take this for granted — may even
smile at you. As your attendance accumulates,
the regulars start clearing
paths for you, and the benches
on which you do your crunches are
miraculously unoccupied. If you last
a month, you are part of the society
and, through some kind of divine intervention,
you acquire the ‘look’.
Now, I am part of the secret society.
I know all the regulars, especially
two. One wears a green tee
with white shorts and the other, red
with grey. (Regulars always wear the
same clothes. I am blue tee and pink
shorts). Both are tall, lanky and
sweaty. Red runs swiftly, swaying his
swimmer’s body, Green trots, slowly,
for long, controlled stretches.
If I met either in a pub — semidrunk,
smelling of cigarettes — I
would not hesitate to ask them out
for a drink. But I still don’t know the
rules of how to approach them
while breathing in fresh air and
burning calories. Should I, when we
cross paths, breathlessly ask them if
they fancy a run?
Regulars run the risk of not
being able to pick up sexy, sweaty
boys. Otherwise, energy and healthy
lungs are yours. As is the look. •
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