I’d recently been to a doctor for a general check up. After pressing here and there, the doctor asked in an unintersted tone- You do any physical activity?

Yeah! I run for my bus everyday. I declared almost very proudly.

She smirked, it was the same kind of smirk people give me when I claim ownership of my articles. A sarcastic one which in smirking language would translate to-stop those sick jokes you kiddo and go get a life!

I meant to ask whether you do gymming or such activities! She retorted showing her stern determination to ignore my face while she scribbled something.

Now, this is a tricky question considering my lean personality. There is a remote possibility that any sane person would even dare to ask such questions. So I persevered.

I run daily for my bus. Some two minutes, give or take thirty seconds. I continued enthusiastically, trying my best to convince her that it should be considered as a physical activity.

She ignored my blabber, in a way similar to my history teacher used to in my school when I used to bargain for a half more mark or so.

She tore the prescription and added in an utterly indifferent tone, otherwise typical to those mamus who catch you offending an odd traffic rule, try to involve in some physical activity like sports or gym and ignored my physical presence almost instantly.

I am not too sure if I can put this in a public forum, but I must admit that I get a bit finicky when someone ignores me like that. My BP, if it ever existed, rose almost instantly and my brain sent out those neurons which generally make me stubborn. I almost decided that I would sit there and convince her that running for bus is indeed a physical activity. However, the saner part of me paid the fees before excusing myself from the clinic.

This later made me think about the physical activity I have ever had in the recent past. My brain sent a query to the database and the server sent out almost zero results in less than a nano second. I mean I hardly had any physical activity after those elevators became operational in my office, this is sans running for the bus, mind you! Introspection dawned upon and yours truly was set out on a mission to have some physical activity.

For next two or three weeks, I did nothing but sit before my laptop and research about the best physical activity that suits me. In the process I used to be so late for the bus I want to catch that I am too early for the next bus and used to stroll to the bus stop.

All this resulted in a net weight gain of about four hundred grams. While I gained five hundred grams (of which 100 grams appeared as acne), I lost hundred grams of hair worrying about the gain! Life’s lessons, I tell you.

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She came so close to me that the warmth of her breath ignited the passion in me, she smelt like flowers and her gleaming skin gave an impression that she would be much more delicate than flowers. I touched her, and with in a few seconds I found out that her µ (frictional co-efficient) was zero! It was like acting in one of those santoor soap ads!

I got lost in her soft black hair and found in her intoxicating eyes, only to realize that she is trying to whisper something in my ears!

Play badminton she said in the huskiest and sexiest voices I ever heard. And she started moving away from me with a speed that I could never reach!

Deepikaaaaa! I shouted and caught hold of a hand, I am not sure if it was the same hand but I was sure the µ was definitely more than zero. Forget about feeling like flowers, I could actually feel hair. I woke up! All it took was a few milli seconds for me to realize that I was in a bus and I caught the hand of a huge a guy who took the seat beside me.

I am not a gay! I said in the most apologetic of my tones and added one of those sheepish smiles of mine!

I am not Deepika either! He replied as enthusiastically.

I blinked and made a few faces which did not dare him to break the ice. I sighed and slept again.

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If you are wondering who that Deepika was, I must tell you it is Ms. Padukone. Now, if you are making one of those faces and trying to tell me to stop this non-sense, I would shrug and ask you to wait till I publish the next part.