Irony of Blogging

I spent around 2 weeks creating a blog. I changed the template at least 6 times. I like to blog. At least I would like to think so. It's really ironic that after all this I can't think of anything to write. And I am reduced to writing such utter rubbish. Sheeesh

Falling Hard

Last week I had my first accident at gym. It was due.
Clumsiness is my middle name along with laziness, obnoxiousness, and many more.
And many times there wasn't even my fault.
This time it wasn't any different either. Here's what happened.
I was standing by the weight rack thinking about what weight to pick up. There was this guy doing dumbbell lunges behind me with his side at me. He stretched a bit too much I guess, but he lost his balance and fell on me. I stumbled forward and hit my left knee on the rack. And I shouted out loud. As if that was not enough he got up by putting all his weight on me. Though I realized that much later as I was more or less baffled at that moment.
I am just great full though for two things.
He was not a heavy weight material. At least not by my standards. And thank god for reflexive actions. He dropped the dumbbells before falling all over me.
Needless to say it provided a little amusement to people around. I did not feel embarrassed though. I quit being embarrassed for such things a long time back. It's a part of my life.
I have been clumsy for as long as I remember.
There is a temple at Khar that we used to visit when I was a kid till one was built in Vile Parle itself. One day we were at that temple at evening. I saw a huge bed sheet or something like that hanging in the backyard. As a kid who had nothing better to do, I decided to run past it (Run past it or through it or whatever). What I failed to see that the bottom ends of that sheet were also tied. Basically it was a vertical trampoline. I ran towards it, bumped against it, was thrown back and don't remember what happened next. I wonder why.....

Just a couple of months back when I was returning home with a friend, I just stumbled and nearly landed on my face. At the last moment I managed to somehow avoid that. It was too not my fault entirely. A pitcher of beer was partially responsible for that.

I used to go to the New English School at Bandra till 5th standard. That time the school hired the infamous Lele's bus service. Man was that dude huge or what. Put 2 to 3 contestants from the Biggest Loser together. Make him wear a white shirt with upper buttons open and a golden chain. Add an admirable amount of arrogance, carelessness and voila!
In those days there were innumerable amount of jokes were born at his expense.
His bus service was as bad as him. If not worse.
If I describe the conditions inside the buses in the monsoon season you won't travel by any bus for days. So I'll pass.
This happened when I was in KG or 1st standard. I am not sure. As greedy as he was, Lele had a very limited number of buses. As a result the buses used to be packed like local trains at peak hours. Once I was standing in the queue to get off the bus as the my stop was nearing. As the driver put break everybody in the queue collapsed on me. And my nose started bleeding. When I finally got off the bus, my aunt who was there to pick up me and my cousin asked about this. I told her everything. Next day she went to Lele and for the first time I saw him nervous. Immediately more buses were added to the service. I literally had to spill my blood for the betterment of the student community. Moral - Not my fault.