some among the many gym stories..

so i am one of those creatures of habit people,once i get used to a routine i find it easy to stick by it so the past one month has seen me attack the gym with a kind of venegeance possibly only when you really hate someone and having considered liposuction (what!!! nayantara did it!) you dont know nayantara do you..anyway and some other many easy ways and then realising the broke conditions i am now used to panting like a crazy horse every morning for exactly 95mintues.and in some better days 105minutes
thats not so bad now is it?
i can feel slimmer already,that of course is a part of the many other illusions i suffer. so anyway the gym is filled with older than me women and i dont look married supposedly so initially noone really bothered me. so far so good.

and then one lady asked me tentatively having eyed the ring for a good ten minutes,and i say yes of course! and now i have painful conversations well thats not true painful listening of home dilemmas and unreasonable husbands. i having nothing to contribute since there are no dilemmas at my place and with a husband in another continent i mostly nod and agree.

so this one particular girl, about to be married gives me an invite too. this is probably where i should mention how sometimes i lie instantly for no reason. it just pops in my head and i go with it. so she says "pls do come" and am thinking "i am definitely not going"
i could have left it at that but then she asked why. i wonder if i would have asked anyone a why
and so i say immedietly without even thinking "my uncle died and we cant go for any functions"

i have no clue where that came from! also i immedietly start panicking about god and punishments and thinking of all my alive hearty uncles and worrying they might drop dead any second and then i remember i dont like any of them. feel little better and then it occurs to me what if god (who in my head has absolutely no other job but to lurk waiting for my little lies) kills any of the boi's uncles and i instantly think of his favorite uncle.
by now i am done with my 30 minutes of cycling.
see how time goes so fast?
i recommend all of you do this.

anyway moving on, this wedding girl is on the next machine saying something about the auditorium and me, not wanting to appear rude and carry the burden of having ended the conversation says " so is all your shopping done?" and she says " yeah almost except for the (wait for it!!) except for the ling-a-rie!"

:)
its been so awfully long since someone popped that one on me. anyway the thing is after she said it i dint quite hear (no honestly!) so i say "sorry?" and even before she repeated i got it.
the games my head plays with me!

she said it again and somehow i felt endearing-ly towards her. you know why?
usualy when you arent too sure of a word and yet you go ahead and say it the way you think it could be and the other person goes " sorry or pardon?"
(i hate the word pardon btw) so when they do that? you feel a little squirmish, a little like "oh well there i have gone and made an ass of myself" and even if you say it, its going to be in slightly hushed,tentatively. right? or is this all me?
but she. she said with such innocent confidence.
i have been talking to her since and i really like her. maybe il make an exception to my dead fictitious uncle and go for her wedding!

see how i end up making friends?

well. thats all people. here is to a ling-a-rie!