ANATOMY OF MY MORNING RUN

I try to run almost daily. I call it running, but usually dont call it even a proper jog. But to keep my moral high, i prefer to call it running, because its me who is running, not the one who is just looking at and passing out the comment.

I call it daily morning run, but in fact it is not. I try to run daily, but practically i fail to do so. Sometimes 3 and sometimes 4 days a week i run. (note it i persistently use the word run). Actually i have developed the habit of going to my workplace running both in the morning and running back  home in the evening.  The one way distance is just a bit less than 4 km.

I usually come out of my house at around 6.30am. There are more than one reason for my so early start off in the morning, when the starting time of my work is 8am. Well, here i am not going to discuss these reasons, because that would take me away from the topic. Now-a-days when i come out of home at that time, its usually a bit cold. but bearable.

I do walk for about first 100 meters. But i do start running slowly, once i reach the main road. At that time i usually find all the roads empty. Theres no traffic at all at that time. I can even run in the middle of the road, but obviously i keep on running just by the footpath on the road. Every day i find a middle aged man waiting at the bus stop. I dont know at what time his bus arrives. I always pass by him as he looks on. In a passage of time, we have developed a very weak link between us. We just nod, while looking at each other. I just pass by him, running.

Just around 50 meters after the bus stop, i do cross the main roads, and continue running on the road just crossing the small bridge over the stream. Over the passage of time, i have made it a habit to look down the bridge and have a look of the slowly flowing water. Its all filled with huge trees by the sides. A beautiful scene indeed. I like that view. I continue running , with the same slow pace, now on the footpath, as i turn to the lane on the left. Just a few meters from there, at that particular time i find a driver starting the school van. I have always seen him sitting inside the van. I presume that the van usually leaves after a few minutes when i pass.

Almost daily, as i continue running, a university bus crosses me. The point of my way, where the bus crosses me, usually makes me realise if i was late that day or not. This bus crosses me usually within a span of one kilometre. I do know that the bus in fact picks a university employee from his house, living on that particular road.  The bus driver, always look at me, while passing. May be he too has made me a part of his daily beat. I do usually try to listen the voice of the bus tyres, while i continue running, to come from my backside. That voice of the approaching bus has become an un-separable part of my daily run.

For almost next 200 meters, i pass through the lanes of houses. Small houses, with small but beautiful gardens in front. I never miss the sound of the barking dog in a house. That particular dog starts barking even much before my arrival by the house. I continue hear him barking even long after i bypass the house. Luckily theres no other such dog in that lane. I run by enjoying the trees. some filled with the fruits, some coloured flowers, some just green leaves. At that time of the morning, all that scenery gives me a new energy.

I keep on running, till i reach a small patch of mud. Thats the first point where i stop running and start walking. A bit ahead, i have to cross through two small roads, after that theres slight steep road. It is not a difficult patch of about 50 meters, but i always take it as an excuse not to run. I wal, till i reach the round about, where the old church stands, in the middle, with all its glory. The church has now been converted to act as a youth centre. There has been nobody around, at that time of the day. I cross the roads, running. I always see a small truck being parked just by the side of the road, with the driver sitting, perhaps waiting for some worker to be taken to work with him.

As i cross over the church and start running slowly over the steep road, i daily see a young man standing on the other side of the road, with a small bag on his back. He must wait for his bus. Too early perhaps.
Now as i continue running over this quite broad road, i see the houses on both the sides of the roads, but without any sign of any life, except a dog in a cage. Locked in a cage in a house. this dog too barks daily as i  pass by. I am used to him, but the poor dog has not yet become used to me. I dont know why?

Just a hundred more meters, and i reach yet an another round about. I continue running. I do have to cross the road to be on other side of the road, however i have made it my habit to run for over next 100 meters, on the white line that separates the two roads. At that time usually, i find one or two cars pass by. I usually see four buses of soldiers crossing me , as i continue running.

A middle aged man, with two dogs, are the next part of the scene. I find them daily somewhere in this part of my morning run. We both nod at each other. I prefer to remain at a distance from the dogs, as we cross by, because i always consider the dogs untrustful. Nobody can guarantee as to when a dog stop barking and start biting. So my negative feelings about the dogs are well known. Even those two particular dogs know that. The keep on barking at me, from the moment they see me. Thats their way of expressing their displeasure. I build a distance away from them, to express my displeasure for them. I have no other way to express that because i cannot bark like them. After that, its a long long straight road, for about a kilometer. Theres a market on my left side, which i usually find closed at that time. The two bunches of morning newspapers being put in front of the market, are the part of the scene.

On the opposite side of the road i usually find two young girls, who usually wait for each other at that spot. At times i see them walking along, towards the next round about of the road.

As i reach the next round about, the labourers on the ongoing construction work, on the left side of the road, usually start arriving. I can see the tiredness in the eyes of the night watchman, who usually remain busy in packing up his bag. By the round about, i see an another man waiting for his early bus. Just over there, i carefully look at the clock. It usually takes me 20...25 minutes to reach that stop. That very automatic clock by the side of the road, tells me if i ran more and walked less or otherwise. The time in that clock is my performance meter, that measures my performance of the day.

I cross the road, walking, and restart running in the greenfield, as i try to reach my office through the shortcut. A short distance of about a hundred meters, and i reach the open carpeted road where a couple of long trucks remain parked. Within next two or three minutes, i find myself just in front of the door of my workplace.

An another morning run has ended. Was it a run or what? What do you think. 

SPRING IS HERE

Yes spring is here. This is how it has been said. But in fact spring is not just here, it is there too. Its everywhere.  Well , here or there is not that much important. The fact is that after quite a long and much more tough winter this year, the spring has finally arrived. Spring is the first sign of arrival of summer. It's in between the two seasons. At times it expands its tenure, but at times its tenure reduces to a short period of time. This year i think there will be short spring.

You may ask the reason behind my this forecast. Well, even if you don't ask and continue looking at my face, i will be giving my unquestioned reply. It's simple. This year there had been a long and tough winter. As a natural reaction to that, everybody expects a larger and burning summer.

But the truth is that i go through the same sort of feelings, during these months, almost every year. I always fail to adjust myself to spring. Its a mixture of cold and hot. When i dress myself , thinking it is cold outside, i find out to be hot outside. I frequently end up in the total reverse situations too frequently. I don't know if you people too experience the same or not.

Years back, a friend of mine had told me his way of  forecasting the weather. According to him when he sees the seams of skirts going up, he understands the spring has arrived. The increase in temperature is also directly linked to the shortening of the skirts. He was a good person, but one day his wife caught him measuring the length of skirt of a girl on a bus stand. He tried to explain that all he was trying to measure the length of her skirt, just to forecast the temperature for the next day, but unfortunately his wife was not interested in weather forecasting. She was more interested in forecasting his future. Within moments she had forecasted his future. He was doomed.

I managed to learn this special  technique of temperature forecasting. However, i too am a married man, and i have learnt my lesson from the experience of my friend.. So i developed a system of measuring the temperature just by looking. However, for that i do have to measure the length of a minimum of  50 girls, by eyes. You do know that it's not always easy to stare at 50 girls daily. But i have to do it, because i have heard that the government is going to privatise the Metreological department, in near future. I am preparing a proposal from my side for that. I am sure the final decision would be in my favour, because my offer would be the cheapest. Just my salary, and a couple of hours tour of various shopping centres. Thats all.

MY PC

Again i am lucky today..........but perhaps till now. Today is sunday, and my children are still sleeping, which means that i enjoy the chance  of using the laptops. Actually, its not alwys possible to share the laptops with the children. Both of my sons are generally quite interested in playing football manager and other games of the like. Playing such games means that my chance of laying my hand on the laptop are minimal for longer periods.

But the truth is that i have got a pc too, and very rightly one can raise the question as to why dont i use the PC when the laptops are busy. Very right. But to be honest, with the passage of time, the table where the PC waits for me, has become a small storeroom sort of place. Whenever i decide to sit there, i  do have to clean the table first.

Since the computer table is just next to the cupboard, where we put our clothes, frequently i put the clothes that i usually take out of the cupboard, while searching for some. I am too used to leaving such clothes there on the computer table. My wife used to clean up the table , but lately she has stopped cleaning that table, since the more she cleans the table up the more she finds things being left over and piled up there.

Not to forget that small computer table where in fact where small portion remains vacant  i usually put my painting and drawing materials too there. Pencils rubbers, left over brushes , papers, etc etc etc, they are on that small table. But still i frequently face difficulty in finding a pencil or rubber or a scale at the time of need.

In fact the PC which used to be the sole resident of the table, has now lost its presence on that table, which was once purchased just to put that PC. The PC which used to rule the table some years back, has now become a persona non-grata on that table.

All this has changed during last one year. Otherwise last year the same table was a beautiful, clean table, where the same PC used to remain the centre of attraction to all in the family. Each of used to share our times with it. Sitting there on that chair in front of the PC, myself, my wife, and the children, we all used to share our private moments with it.

Why this has happened?

We bought two laptops last year.

I AM A LUCKY PERSON

For the last half an hour i am trying to get this new blog created. Apparently, it appears quite easy to start posting in a blog. Before today i had already created four blogs. but qyite much time has passed. So as i tried to create a new blog today, offfffffffff i simply found it too difficult.

I accept i am not just a slow learner, but frankly i do never find myself inclined to learn something technical, May it be fixing of the electric bulb or taking care of the car which all of a sudden stopped working. I simply dont want to learn such stuff.

I am successful that i have been always finding a way out in the difficult situations. I always find someone to help me out of the difficult situations. For example, my wife is always kind enough to take care of the car. May it be taking the car to the mechanic or getting it routine inspection done by the traffic department. She is always there, because she has learnt that she cannot get it done by me. The only thing that i do , regarding the car, is to sit on the driving seat and drive. Nothing more than that. I am much lucky that frequently my wife offers me a seat in the car, as she perhaps a better driver than myself. In fact i am too happy that she is a better driver.

But i am as good husband as she is a good wife. I do frequently help her washing the dishes. I think i can do that sort of work. I usually wash the plates and dishes after the dinner is over. But frequentky i have noticed that she once again washes the same plates and dishes. I dont know why. I tried to find out the answer to this, and the only logical answer that i could find was that she is a hardworker.

I am lucky that i have got children. They all are hardworker like my wife. They have learnt that they too have to help me out of difficult situations. For example i am quite weak in digging into various sites on internet. My children are not like me. They are hardworking. They always come to my help whenever i fail to get myself registered in some dating sites. They are all very helpful. For example i did not know that theres something called Google Translate. They told me. So now i can even have beautiful friends in Puerto Rico ,Portugal and in so many non=english speaking countries. I am lucky. with the help of my children and wife i have succeeded in coming in touch with so many beautiful girls round the globe.

At first i had found even chatting difficult. You know i am a slow learner. But my children are not like that. They do care about there father. They worked hard to teach me the fine points of chatting. However the biggest problem that i face while finding new friends on dating sites, is to reply to any girl. looking for a husband. Such girls usually ask me as to why am i on the dating sites. when i do not want to date anyone and am happily married. At such crucial moments , again my wife comes to my help, and takes me out of the difficulty by chatting with them, mostly on webcam, and explain to them, that all that her husband (myself)wants is to let people read my online novel and comment on my paintings and sketches.. My wife is so hardworking that at times , when she finds me busy in something else, she do chat with my girlfriends on m,y behalf. She is too kind and hardworking, you know.