I am dumb.
I guess somewhere in my heart I already knew this, but this doesn’t stop the universe to play all saah-bahu-saajishey on me and prove it again and again.
I was slogging merrily hopping towards my gym. After 5 childish hops and ensuring that there were no bumps on the path behind I climbed three level of stairs. Much to my surprise I survive them every day.
This is the time when I wish I had a ghode-pe-sawar prince for myself and he would carry me in his arms and climb those stairs. Needless to say if that ever happened I ll be in jail for boy-manslaughter.
After what felt like two hours of workout (though somehow magically the clock had just moved from 6.30 to 6.40) I got off the treadmill and my throat being as dry as a nun’s gusset I knew I had to drink water.
Let’s pause here and tell you some pre-requisites to the scene.
Our gym is this hi-fi (or so it likes to delusion itself into believing) thing, and for showing off there 'hi-fi-ness' they have these huge automated glass doors like the ones they have at Big Bazaar where I constantly run inside and outside in awe just to check their motion sensor and then drop my lower jaw gazing at God’s miracle.
They have the same only it’s not controlled by motion sensors but fingerprint recognition machines from the outside and a simple open/close switch from the inside.
Cruel Bh&%$$o3's that they are, they make us leave the gym and climb another set of stairs (as if we aren’t dead zombies already) so that to reach the place where there is the drinking area and washrooms.
Now lets replay where we left.
ME.WATER.NOW.OR.DIE.AND.HAUNT.GYM.TRAINER.ALL.HIS.LIFE
So I picked up my phone and went to the (Oh-my-fucking-god-how-big-is-this) gate. Pressing the open switch, just as I was on the verge of walking out, I heard a girl scream. I turned back and realised it was just another group of girls-screaming-and-hugging-couple. I ignored and continued on my walk-to-drinking place-mission.
Now don’t blink your eyes.
This is what happened.
WALK.WALK.WALK.WALK.CRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASH.
Yes. The door had closed and I had crashed (with my nose broken and face splattered) with the glass door.
And as I am God’s naughty kid he takes it out on me. Usually when I gym (secretly hoping to socialize) it is as empty as Ram Gopal Verma ki Aag’s opening show. But that day it had to be Bodyguard.
