I chanced upon an old buddy in the Gym yesterday. After the usual pleasantries, the conversation went on as follows,

He: So, when are you getting married.
Me: Not anytime soon. Why?
He: Hey! Come on! That's why you a coming to the Gym right? That's why I come.
Me: ??????

If I want to get married or at the least find a girl friend, I would have gone to a guitar class than to the gym. Coz, a guy who can sing 'words' in his guitar will have a better chance than one who can bench 185. Right??

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When I was filling my profile in orkut, I came across the column 'Passions'. Its stumped me for a while. What would I write for it. I thought for a while and tried to come up with answers like,

Reading -- that's not true I started reading only recently and don't even do it very often.
Sports -- that would be the most atrocious lie I can say.
Travelling -- Gosh! no! I am a home bird, I would rather go and spend a weekend in Cleveland(my aunt's place) than, well anything else.
Work -- lets not even go there.
Nature -- well! who doesn't like nature.

Isn't it sad? I am a guy with no passions. Then I started going to the Gym...

Warning: The following part contains sprinkles of boasting. Not appropriate for people who can't handle someone go gaa! gaa! about themselves.

Initially it was just a time killer, a rather painful one. Just go, spend some time and see how its feel like. It was interesting to see the minuscule weights I struggle to put back in the rack after fiddling it with what supposed to be a set of repetitions. Then the weights didn't remain miniscule for long. It became bigger and bigger(well no need for two bigger's but it just sounds cool). So my point is, I started getting better every week. I will just put a weight that I haven't tried before, on the bench press barbell and try lift it. Mostly I will fail. I will push! push!, mmhum! Nope! It wouldn't budge. Then I will try it next week and the week after till I lift it. It became kind of a quest and its a very good feeling at the end of it. When I get home, my entire body will ache like I have hung a dumbell in every cell of my body, but when I get up the next day and see myself in the mirror, the size and definition in my arms, it's all worth it.

Well! it may too early to say weight lifting (read body building) is my passion. But its the most intense thing I have done that's enjoyable too. So I am just keeping my fingers crossed and taking it one session at a time.

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