Showing posts with label health. Show all posts
Showing posts with label health. Show all posts

Sunday, May 22, 2016

transom it right

It all started with a Transom knot, which is a simple lashing knot. For the dowels, whatever rod-dy was close was used, which happened to by a pair of weights (smooth plastic exterior), lashed at the hand-grip in their middle.

It turned out fun. Though the knot is supposed to be for smooth objects, synthetic surfaces (like plastics) are still a problem to hold in place. But the knot itself is non-slipping, and for the test subject used - the weights - the bulbous ends made sure they don't fly off randomly. The new configuration, coupled with a rope end, was like creating a chain weapon, with which I improvised a workout routine. Furthermore, tying a bowline across my frame at the other end of the rope, the (bio-)physics of a drag harness workout were realized.

Coincidentally, my nephew P-buddy called sometime later, and I eagerly shared the specifics with him, with the intent to deter him from institutionalized/paid bodybuilding (i.e. gyms and akhadas); that led me to blog this.
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Tuesday, April 12, 2016

Feeding the Frog and Hopping the Dog

The night extended into a morning food delivery job. I served leftover bread (roti/chapati) to the dogs under the Defcol flyover. Then my eyes fell on a park so nice, that I was pulled into its mystical complex.

To put it less cryptic words, a morning run ensued - one after a long break. I was hitting menopause, you see. Now I am purged of urges and can continue my life as a normal 30-year-old guy. NOT. [ignore this para and read on]

The run came about after a previous day of intense sleeping. Some good, came in the way of sleep, and I hope others would agree. If not self-seeking, self-preservation drive was at display, which gives me a sense of inclusion with the human species. The tiring run also gives me a sense of inclusion, in the induced senselessness.

The run was long er than usual - 5 laps. Still a short distance, but less shorter, nonetheless, which is a minor upping over the olden days. Vanity to vanquish the valiant. The post-run interval comprised of a failure to find mulberry trees in the park complex, and a failure to pull to terminate the avian display this guy had put up. Final act of exist comprised of the lizard and the frog. What starts with the dog ends with the frog.
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Friday, November 29, 2013

Note making

making sense of health cards
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Thursday, May 02, 2013

Chronos, show me love?

A very agitated day. I achieved the impossibility of existing in the paradoxical situation of picking up both, a cold and heat rash, simultaneously. This compounds the lymph node inflammation that has come unannounced just of yesterday - which, in essence, hints I could have anything - from a throat infection to cancer. So much for taking care of my physical self through unfailing daily regimen; conversely, the incorporation of new elements into this regimen, or the excess of it, could be telling the body to chill the _f_ out.

One thing it proves is, that my life needs two constants - elevation and displacement. I've already been joking to friends that I need to be above my "activation altitude" to function optimally: Back in Feb, when Gulmarg happened, the cold preceding it had me convinced I would have a miserable time. Soon as I got there, all my maladies vanished and I was ultimately the one leading others through knee-deep snows - in sandals. And seems like my body seems compensated for all the sneezing I didn't do through the entire Auli trip (a few months before Gulmarg) where I was on those snowy slopes @2800m in shorts and Nike sneakers. Confounded. Counfounded.

That this coincides with the most epic period of my travel, adventure, dreaming, and acceptance of some tangible identity is the bigger concern. 2013AD, as it has come to be, has been the most epic year in life this far. I got out of slave labour. I was forced out of my ambitions to settle for average education abroad at a premium price. I started thinking big in terms of travel; and doing things towards it. I found love (and neodymium magnets). Lot of things out of my comfort zone that no institutional upbringing could've prepared me for. And in that high had to come these two days, of uneasiness, and medical deliberation.

Align, chronos, align, with what your master desires of you, just for once!
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Tuesday, October 16, 2012

Delhi's Hook

Well, Delhi has a hook in me now. Outside the dull, disappointing, fading professional dimension, I have found a major motivator towards health (and mental peace) in the QRP - Qila Rai Pithoria, right next door. Some days I've been leaving the office early, some days I've been skipping office altogether, so as to not miss on the single kick from the day that I get from visiting this nature's abandon at the edge of Delhi. Yes, QRP.

I'm slowly coming to fix my long-held wrong assumption, that such places were hubs for gay cruising or prostitution. The place is nothing but dense forest crisscrossed with winding trails, with the ramparts surviving from Mughal Era forming its boundary. It is least of an attraction to the Delhi-wallahs who prefer picnics - with bhutta-wallahs, mungfali-wallahs, bhelpuri-wallahs, chai-coldrinks-chips-wallahs in vicinity - to a complete escape in the cradle of nature. The ominous look it bears is unsettling to the other gender, which is why neither one finds any young birds, nor the guys who come in anticipation of birding. It's a bit too unglamorous to the young romantics as well, who find greater attraction in the Garden of Five Senses a short distance (and INR20 entry fee) away. This complex has a more gardeny garden as its front, so that is where the old folks and kids stick to (even I was unaware of the sprawling complex that lay beyond for a few weeks), which means a thinner crowd, and a happier me. As for the criminal elements, I have yet to encounter any, and my present theory is that even they find this place too deep into the bowels of nature - some shoddy Dhaba or a more primarily-located ruin would suit them better.

From personal experience, there could be no better time than dusk. I enter late, and exit too late, at nightfall. Generally I've been the last person around, huffing and panting. Thursday evening I saw a Neelgai (Blue Bull). Today I had jackals crisscrossing my path on the last lap. Despite this being the time around a new moon phase, my adjustment to severely low visibility has been really good; I'm a cat! My mind keeps going to the thought of how nervous we feel in the dark, when there's really nothing to be afraid of anymore, at least not places like these; trust my instincts on this one (despite Delhi being labeled the rape capital).

And the best part of it? The rocks. The most amazing central feature of this place, where I am found flexing my hands and slapping trees after my runs. Lado Sarai Rocks, as they are popularly known in climbing circles. The rocks are one of the best climbing locations in Delhi, and yet so undeservedly unpopular, that my heart cries in pain. There are several climbing routes marked, and I believe on some rare days some do come to practice here. I have yet to even start with my climbing ambitions, unarguably the best part about this place, but I'm already in so much love with it.
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