A initiative that has Crashed.......................

This is not in my resolution list of 2014,but it happened all of a sudden due to a drastic change  accrued within me.A boy bound to bed by 10 o’ clock norms in night and wake up calls before that of a roaster and all of a sudden when his days get to start in noon and night naps at sun's brim then it leads an ebullient change and then whole day goes in imbrication .From last two months I had turned into a owl, who is nocturnal during darkness and escaped during lights

The day before yesterday i took an initiative that i will go for a morning walk or may be on a run from tomorrow dusk.Strategy is all set that me along with Amit will go for a run at BHEL colony ground. Basically it is not a ground but a large piece of abandoned land  full of horny plants  and due to impudent foot marks of morning walkers a track is constructed by its periphery.

              By the time paw-wow  ends clock had already reached 3  and as per schedule we had to leave our dorm by six past fifteen in morning.Alarm started to ring  a latest track "mai rang sarbato ka,tu” lyrics and voice were so superb that i snoozed my phone twice as per its fixed alarm time of 5 A.M. It was Amit who first comes out of his blanket and after a hiatus of 5 min, i accompanied him too by giving a fold to my blanket. When chilled water from tap touched my finger it seems like that i am in  inferno as first, a two and half hour of sleep and now ice water.After finishing morning habits,i looked for my pairs of shorts but I found it nowhere after a search campaign for 5 min ,i was left empty handed and macabre eyes still looking for sleep.

So i have to go along with a pair of jeans followed my opinion of  wearing a pull over, sport shoes, headphone to listen Eminem so that he can intensify my fervor for running .It really sounds weird to have in jeans on running tracks  but i have no other choice.

It is still dark outside, covered in a thick layer of moist and iced air is blowing to its fullest too.There were around  15-20 peoples in ground, among which most of  were middle aged men’s and women’s with sufficient fats on body. There was a aunty who had passed me a smile while having a chit chat with her colleague women. she must be talking about the eccentric way in which i was dressed.pathetic gyne she was,they never lost a chance of discussion .Any way i just commented ,aunty your mohair sweeter is adorable and left her speechless.She must call me a cheap boy without etiquette and i deserve that. 

After, a count of 321 we started our 1^st round on 500m track, in first round  it  goes all well but as i enter in second round ,it proves vital my breaths become more heave and chest started to pump rapidly  than usual with an amazed open mouth. Amit asked me to shut the mouth as it is genesis of all the pickles and it was increasing rate of blood oxidation and i simply did it as i have no ideas of these biological terms   .But even the advice was not effective that much.In ill way ,i completed second round and ditched the idea of going for a third one as it is too much for today and even i am in a initiative stage.

   Amit again asked me to keep my feet moving and perform small jumps so that fast blood in veins will be normalized slowly and not get seized and no further pain. The best thing of  session was that i had a personal instructor in form of Amit as he was still bound to long hours of exercises in morning at sainik school.

                                     After a minute of rest on grass bed full of mist over it.Mist over the grass acted as a refreshment and we again started our exercise sessions by doing small exercises of yoga, push and down ups until sweet emancipated from our body in a cold morning. For me this experience was really engrossing and ended with a show of laughing therapy performed by old ones.

The pioneer of the group was a old person in late 70’s ,who was standing in the middle and initiate a laugh with raising both his hands in sky and other followed him by making pandemonium laugh sounds buzzing the whole ground.

                                                            we were back to our dorm by 7 :30 after having a plate of Poha in the way without brushing my teeth and ideology was, has lion ever brushed his teeth ? but there was no one who could told me that "a lion even don't eat Poha".

The very first thing that I did was to make a call to papa and told him about my herculean task .He was appalled and impressed too as i don’t call him in wee hours of mornings.

while i had a conversation with papa,Amit served me a cup of hot tea with pinch of ginger making today morning a viable one.I had no idea after how much time ,i woke up so early.it is all electrifying.

                          But in past 2 days, i was back to the same old routine and dumped the initiative.By the time i was pressing last keys of keyboard to finish the blog, right corner of laptop is showing a time of 2:30 Am.It is already too late for night naps. All  wishes for tomorrow morning is that ,I will be knotting shoe laces and asking Amit to Woke up as it is time for a run    .....