Never say ‘NO’ to morning walk…

One Saturday night(should I call it as evening?) 1.30 am at friend’s home.

 

‘Are you joining with me for a morning walk?’, friend asked.

 

Me, ‘At what time?’

 

‘5 in the morning’

 

‘Where?’

 

‘Thiruvanmiyur beach’

 

‘OK. That’s cool. Done’

 

‘No Kidding’, my friend exclaimed at my reply. And I kept my promise too. I didn’t mind waking up at 5 am after sleeping at 2 am and driving back from Velachery to Thiruvanmiyur. I couldn’t refuse such ecstasy proposals, though I am not routine in it. Morning walk is always a joyful experience. 

 

Shouldn’t I relate with my early days? Gone are good old elementary school days. Me with my native-mates used to walk 10 kms for swimming in Thamirabharani River every weekend. At that age, I was not even conscious about the goodness factors involved in it. It was like a journey to cheer. It was truly a blissful ride while walking on the farm land, crossing railway tracks, jumping into mango garden, and hiding into banana farm. We discussed about almost all, from neighbor home to neighbor country, from intelligent wits to ‘A’ jokes, from school life to old age, nothing left out. Many a times I realized that my thirst for next day’s pleasant walking experience started Friday night itself.

 

As grown up, it happened to gave up weekend morning walk for the sake of banking time for studies(still I used to wake up late in the morning, that’s the different story). Then resumed jogging while at NCE. For that I used to ride 5 kms every morning from my home to VOC ground, Palayamkottai. It also stopped at once I met with an accident. Then became a sleeping goat for a couple of years. Now started work out at office gym early in the morning. God only knows how far it will reach. Thus my morning work out is discrete itself.

 

Well. Background stories are enough.

 

At thiruvanmiyur beach…

 

Diversity of people joining in the morning walk. Each one from different path of the life. Couples. Aged people. A group of youngsters. Dad and little laughter. Mom with little son. The path is full of mixture of different ages.

 

They discuss variety of issues while walking. Talk about the yesterday watched cricket match. Debate about India’s stand in nuclear deal. Show due concern about increasing inflation rate. Apart from (inter)national interests, could hear personal talks also. One young chap is upset about failure of his favorite actor’s latest movie. A fat girl anxious of her fatty figure. One worries about his son’s college admission and another is sharing his struggling of building own house in the city. My God, every individual in this earth is walking and talking problems. Well. Word of this blog, ‘problems are the source of our happiness’. What a philosophy!(Jboasting myself?!)      

 

Group of people(most of all 60+) standing in a circle and what they do? Just laud laughing. For what? Nothing. Who cracked the funniest wit? None. It’s called ‘laughter therapy’. The scene is very common at Anna nagar tower park. They say that laughing is a good meditation. I agree. There are lots of human faces to smile at and lots of happenings surrounding us to laugh at. Why to control laughing throughout the life and compelling for the same in later stage? Let laughing free flow forever. J

 

It’s beautiful to see young kids in karate uniform. There is a karate training going aside of the beach road. Boys and girls in different age groups and in equal ratio do listening, running, fighting. The sync of noise ‘ha-hu-ha’ is lovable to listen. Nice. Interestingly one little girl commands bunch of elder guys. Later we noticed that she, the black belt holder, is training yellow belt group. Guys, never underestimate ‘chotti’ girls.   

 

Above all, one cluster of people impresses us very much. They never bother about the degree of heat the sun is scorching, the magnitude of light, the crowd of people surrounding them and nothing they sense about. They stick to each other. Never mind it’s a storm or thunder or tsunami. I really salute those ‘lovely pairs’ sitting at the side of walls and busy in love making at the early morning. :)

 

LP: Never fail to taste the coconut water, once you are done with, as we do.

See.. Its’ HOT…

“No boss, I didn’t ask for coffee”, I said.

 

The guy at the counter, “No sir, you asked for coffee”.

 

Me, “No boss, I might have asked for tea”.

 

“No sir, I am sure that you didn’t ask for tea, but for coffee only”, the guy replied.

 

I had this quarrel at Om Muruga canteen, Velachery, the one place I prefer to have a cup of tea over coffee almost everyday atleast one time.

 

Why he should lie? I might have asked for coffee only. Yes, I asked. Because I knew that coffee means a lot to me.  

 

“OK… no issue… I take this coffee”, moved to the corner. But consciously unconscious asking of coffee centered out in my mind.

 

Coffee means grey, coffee means warm, coffee means energy, coffee means hi, like many gives the definition. The movie, ‘Pyar ki side effects’, gave a naughty definition too. But, what coffee means to me? More than a drink, it means a lot. My morning, work, mood, break, fun, bliss, gloomy, end etc etc. So no wonder that I was easily convinced that I might have asked for coffee only.

 

During my MBA days, it was believed that B-School guy’s typical day cycle rolls with coffee/tea, cigarette, google, bench and beer. Still at this career life, same routine trails, with the addition/deletion of something, but coffee/tea never get replaced. I start a day with a mini cup of hot coffee(hot is very important to me) at Hot Chips, Ashok Nagar. If I miss a cup, it makes me to feel like that I miss something in the fine morning.

 

In my early days, I used to get scolding from my mum for my numerous coffee consumption. At that time, my coffee schedule inclined like this, pre-brushing, post-brushing, pre-breakfast, post-breakfast, goes on and on. But these days, mum reminds me, “take the coffee from the flask, kept at the kitchen”, during my rare visits to home. She might be understood that I could not get the best coffee outside like the one, she serves me. Though we have CCDs, Qwiky’s and baristas, mum prepared is always special. Right?

 

Despite my friends’ severe warning on outsized consumption of coffee, which may lead to health hazards, me showing ‘never care’ attitude, but with a little fear in my mind. Is that serious?

 

Corby Kummer has traveled all across the nations to find out all the possible methods to make a great cup of coffee and has written a book, ‘The Joy of Coffee’. Interesting. We are no more in front of him to talk about coffee. Let me stop here to browse through the e-book and you?

 

Fighting sleep…

Still I could not figure out that whether sleep is my friend or enemy. Why because that I don’t feel like sleeping, while it should be needed and don’t feel like opening eyes from sleepy as well its’ a needed job. We know people sleeping during travels, reading, listening, at work desks even. I know, one of my friends used to kiss sleep even while washing cloths. Don’t know that still he does. Long live Mr. X.

Very late at nights, still I stay awake, as though I don’t know whats’ that activity. Feel very much reluctant to close my eyes. Some times, do think that the activity is the waste of time, since we live so short in this long life. Same reversal feelings when I wake up also. Why I should I wake up? I enjoy long stay at the bed. Should I disturb it? I love the moment, even though its’ a laziest thing. Wish to get up at a reasonable early time, while setting the timer. Switching off the timer, when it cries. Set the new time, say with half an hour gap, and repeat on-off till the neck reaches. Do I stop? Nah.. Now just reduce the time gap from half an hour to say five minutes and enjoy the sleep back. It keeps rolling for n times. It’s really a joyful ride. You can also try!! And finally I wake up, reluctantly.  

 

One thing, I understood that I am fighting sleep, either to win or to lose. Does everyone?