Fitness & Sanity

I have started walking. I should be a bit ashamed to say 'walking' because for my age, I should be sweating it out in the gym. But considering how packed my life currently is, walking is a good start. Pun intended.

I walked in the beach. I'm going there after some six years. This does not include my visit to Sentosa Island. Beach brings me a lot of memories that were dumped in the loft. That's besides the point.

I walked with Arvind, my ex-colleague from Compulearn. Arvind talks a lot about politics and domestic crime. Some of his stories beat hollywood mills and some are downright laughable. Nevertheless, I lend a keen ear. It was good fun to soak your feet in those puffy sands while listening to who amassed wealth how and what Shankaracharya did to provoke the Chief Minister.

If not anything else, I'm quite thankful about one thing. I'm surrounded people whose sheer variety is mind boggling.

* I know a guy who talks relentlessly about Cricket
('Suresh Raina is going to be the next star'),
* another about theatre and socialism
('I spoke to Manushyaputhran, showed him my poems, and he laughed'),
* and movies ('Ju-on, the Japanese original of The Grudge is much more terrifying'),
* a girl who tattoos 'Crawling in my skin' on her inner forearm
(a song by Linkin' Park),
* a short-film-making-cynical-nose-ringed-nerd
('Feb 15th is the last day for filing your nominations for Cannes'),
* a multi-faceted-high-adrenaline lady
(she paints, sings, writes, carves, fashion-designs, interior-designs,
composes, hmm...what else)
('it's either music albums or joining Sahara TV'),
* a downright practical, yet ambitious
('I'll do my design school and then join politics').

In between all this, I have a good friend, and she is 29 and she still reads Mills & Boons.

My nineth question: How do you expect me to remain sane in the middle of this rogue gallery?