Walk ? Run ? Walk ?

Run????

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How often do you walk or run?

What’s that???

Walk????

Once upon a time I used to go for regular morning walks. It helped me reduce. Though slowly. I was never a brisk walker.

But now my legs ache being out of practice and due to Vitamin D deficiency. All office workers are deficient in that respect says the physician. So take the pills. Perhaps post retirement…

Now ! Now! I have got into this habit of shelving everything for my second innings. But who knows how will be that afterlife? Will I be the opening batsman? The fast pace bowler? The wicket dropping fielder? Or the extra one waiting for his turn?

I am in the mind warp that everything will be okay once I retire. My routine will be set. I will have a sedentary lifestyle. Take regular walks, enjoy a hearty breakfast, finish all incomplete readings, perhaps join a course, spend more time at home, have an orderly life, make friends with a few neighbours who are now absolute strangers.

Oh! That brings me to talking to strangers. It’s kind of fun. You unburden yourself without hesitation because you don’t know them and they don’t know you. They listen to you for their own amusement. May be. You keep on letting out your steam because you are a long boiling kettle inside.

But I don’t have the habit of talking to strangers. ‘Course I do have a shrink! In our society that’s a taboo. Those who do are considered nothing less than a lunatic.

Yet, I do. He is a young chap who listens to me quietly and keeps on smiling. I confide my woes, then I tell him what I think of those woes and thereafter I conclude that medicine is not the remedy for such woes and that I have to cope with them in my own way. After that half an hour long soliloquy I ask him whether I have taken the correct decision. He agrees with me wholeheartedly. Prescribes me two medicines and takes his fees.

Today I told him how my over competitive boss gives me a headache. How I am still not able to detach myself from my work. How I wish I did not have to go to office regularly. How indecisive I am about approaching my HOD to talk about my boss. How medicines cannot cure this ailment and how I have to figure out my own coping mechanism. Then nearing the end of the session I ask him, “Should I approach my HOD about the daily torture I am going through?” “Of course not! ” Says he, “Why do you want to be the bad ‘un before leaving the Organisation?” I think he is great and spoken what I wish to hear.

As I walk out of the clinic I feel that throbbing sensation at the back of my head. Reliving the agonies have opened the wounds wider and again made them real and alive.

I guess it’s better to take a walk tomorrow morning, breathe deeply the fresh air, be close to nature and forget all about the what ifs of the day next.

It’s been drizzling throughout.

Tomorrow can be another day..

Let’s see how I feel about walking tomorrow.

Walking in the rains.

Perhaps it will wash away all that is malignantly growing inside me.

I shall make my pace sedate….trot a little ….jog a while ….run… run…..and run away from all….. yesterday….today… tomorrow.

Walk……….

Run…………

Walk………