La Vita Bella

Yesterday was supposed to be a wonderful day for me. It was one of those days when god himself was blessing me. I got to eat a free 6”X 6”chocolate cake all for myself , got the opportunity to kick the nerd who always used to give me the most difficult software to develop and interestingly yesterday was also the rare day when none of my maid servant’s relative died and finally she came to work bang on time!!!. Really a happy situation to be in. But despite all this I went into a mode of depression for reasons not to be written.

Now depression may be normal thing for you guys but for me one full day of depression is like very irritating. I think the longest period I was in depression was for three days when Mom gave sticks on my little butts for calling a cute doll like chick in my class “Darling”. I was only 7 year old then. Since then there were many phases of depression but they hardly lasted rigor of one full day.

I felt like talking to someone, but those geeks at office albeit very nice chaps could have only talked about the “server class loader hierarchy” which would have only increased my depression. I took help of our dear Yahoo Messenger. Now I knew I am horrible when it comes to chatting non technical stuff on IM but still I made an honest attempt to talk to one of my close friend. As always she was being very nice to me but I made the conversation so boring that she was left with no option but to reply in “OK“, “hmmm“, “really!!”, “fine“, “that’s good” etc etc to my long and senseless sentences. I think it was her polite indication that she too was getting irritated with me and my depression. I came home early, ate like a monster and went to bed in a hope that a good sleep would get me out of this unusual feeling. But sadly that depression was still hanging in the morning.

Shit man!! What to do??? What to do??? And there I saw my new pair of Nike shoes. Fifteen seconds later I found myself with my sweetheart on a long drive to KBR Park.

To non-hyderabadi’s KBR National Park is a lush green place on a slightly hilly area circumscribed by a 6km running track.I don’t know if it should be called a forest but it encompasses real natural beauty in all its glory.It was just 6:00 AM but the outside parking area was jammed with the best cars of city. There was no place and I had to park my sweetheart between a Mercedes and a Honda City. It gave me a feeling that a sweet piece of jelly was forcefully sandwiched between two huge tasteless loafs of bread. Anyways KBR park is also the place where the rich, the famous and also the godly Telugu film stars jog. To be honest I was a little excited. “Telugu beauty queen and actress weds a broke jogger” would make an interesting headline.

There were all kinds of people on the jogger’s lane. First eye-catching figure was a woman in her 40s. Silk sari, Rayban goggles, high heel sandals, gold jewelry and a matching mobile glued to her ears. Over and all it looked that she actually wanted to go to shopper’s stop but mistakenly arrived on a jogger’s lane. Next to meet me was Uncle Disuza. Now I don’t know what his real name was but he certainly looked like the typical Uncle Disuza we see in guest appearances in Hindi movies. Dressed in shorts and a tight sport T shirt, he looked awesome. His shoes looked more expensive than mine[Shit !!where did he find those].We even had a 50 m sprint. The joy in his old beautiful eyes when I let him overtake me was such a priceless sight that it would remain with me for years to come. He certainly wanted to live another hundred years. But sadly he got tired and couldn’t continue with me further. I didn’t have to feel sad for long as soon I saw a sweet young couple who was unaware that a keen observer of human relationship was jogging past it. Wow!! What a romantic seen that was!!!. But when the boy and the girl got a little too intimate I stopped observing human relationship and focused myself on my run. There were people doing that famous laughter therapy. I also did that “Huhahaaaa “ with them.It looked so awkward that sitting pretty in hell Ravana must have got proud seeing his 21st century reincarnation laugh in his trademark style. Those who don’t know well..I was born the same day, Ravana died.

There was also a lady walking alone, continuously cribbing her husband for working late. Obviously once again he couldn’t make it to the jogger’s park with her for he worked till late night. But she was there, fighting alone to bring some life in their dull marriage.

Next what I saw was really really scary. My machine drawing professor Dr Krishna Swami ???What was he doing here in Hyderabad? I remembered how he use to humiliate me for my inability to think in three dimension. He gave me “D” in the only subject he taught. Thank god I didn’t had “Mechanical” as my Engineering majors else surely I would have landed up in those 5 point someone. Ghost of Carl Lewis got into me and I sprinted my way past the professor, hiding my face all the way.

After some three km , the track was almost devoid of any human forms of life. I was alone between the woods, chasing the peacocks, climbing the steep slope of hill and inhaling the fresh morning air. I felt that I was not mere a mute observer of nature but an integral part of it.I was nature myself. With each stride I was running away from the external world. I was running away from the little problems of life. I was running away from reality. I felt like running till eternity.
But life is not this easy. One just can’t run past problems . The 6km round trip was over and I was standing agape right at the place from where I initially started. What the heck !!!.Whats the use of this run? I was still scared to call any one darling!!. My code was still getting executed in double the time I initially estimated. Hffffff!!! seems there is no to quick fix solution to these complicated problems. In fact what happened was that my shoes got a little older and I was smelling like a pig owing to the bucket full of sweat that pored out of my body.

But you know what I was not depressed anymore. I felt an immense energy flowing in me. I felt I can beat Yokozuna in a wrestling match. I felt I can bring a dead man out of his coffin and motivate him to fight life. I felt I can become a CEO. I felt I can hit a six to Shoaib Akhtar.I felt I can make the world move around me.I felt I can become a millionaire.
I felt like Winning and it is this feeling of winning is all I care about in life.

Now if you wanna experience the same feeling to maamu ye sadela boring blog kya pad reyla hai?? Ata kya.. “jogger’s park”