A beautiful day.

You are used to it, arent you? You know I cannot be regular. You know I come as a jolt and pass off as one. Well, the good thing is, you are all used to it. And if you are not, you better soon. I dont want my son/daughter to be abused as a murderer's kid. And I dont want your son/daughter to go one parent less. Or probably both.

And as if you are intimidated by my threats. But what the heck! I derive an exotic pleasure doing it nevertheless.

You see, I am transforming into the macho man you would want to warn your daughter about. Or your girlfriend. Or your wife. Oh, probably all the eligible girls in my sight and reach.

The cursed fashion of the time demands that I have a rigid body, a bulgeless hip and a toned look that would give me the chance against the Pitts and Depps in the making, right here around me. Everyone is so fitness crazy, it drives me nuts and makes me cringe with shame and tremble with anger. My waist is a good 5 millimeters more than Jim Carrey's and my biceps are a shameful 2 inches less that Arnie's. Ah! Why doesnt the sky fall on me! I cannot take this anymore. And hence starts my bodessey.

The sun rises to see me first. The first rays of the morning shine on my face. The first dew falls on my brows. The first blow of the morning breeze hugs my torso. The first dog chases me. ... I jog.
It is much a spiritual experience than carnal. My advice : Jog in the fog until chased by a dog and then at breakfast you hog then come straight and read my blog and with happiness leap around like a frog. (Yeeaauuuuuuuuu...it sucked, I know. But me being me, I cant help it.)

Seriously speaking though, it is such a wonderful thing to rise early. It keeps you in such high spirits throughout the day (unless you slept just seconds before you woke up). It usually helps to have a lithe partner with you when you jog your way into bliss. So that you are assured you are not the only person panting and puffing drawing masochistic pleasure. Especially if the partner is of a different sex, it is SO inspiring (I am not fortunate in that aspect). Soft jingly music is an icing on the date.

And of the deserted roads, you take control. Better if you find yourself a lakeside (like I did). Soft gentle steps, slowly sculpting your way into the mist, that feeling of secured freedom, is to be felt to be believed. The world seems innocent. Everything around has a friendly attitude. No one is judging you. And the breeze seems to be carrying you, cuddling you in a soft loving embrace.

A good three kilometers later, you find this lonely chai haven. Steaming hot tea, seems to be the greatest reward you have ever received for any of your efforts. The world otherwise is so unacknowledging. Bliss.

And then you bid goodbye to your partner (a sweet little peck if you are among the lucky few or a soft pat/hug if you share my woes). Get back home and have a nice warm scrub. Feel your muscles freeing themselves. The stress oozing out of you and vanishing into nothingness. See...the day is already made.

And then you come straight to office, and share thy experiences through the beautiful medium that is Blog. Feel nimble and brisk and ready to take on yet another beautiful day of interesting and intellect-honing work.

Like I have done today. And to kickstart my day, I read this wonderful piece of quote:

"Happiness is an attitude. Worry, is misuse of Imagination"