Bloop Bloop... bleep bleep...
As I performed one of the mandatory and relaxing routines periodically performed by the man - kind since age. I heard these familiar yet strange electronic beeps. Next thought which crossed my mind was I thought E GAD!!! please let the electronics not invade the most private of the domains. Let the electronic gadgetry not conquer the only undisputed territory where men folks still reign undisputed.
Even after I washed my hands religiously after the "Routine" for 20 seconds as suggested the electronics beeps didn't get washed off my mind. in vain, I scanned the bare walls for any clues. But, alas I couldn't find any.
After a fortnight or so, the idea faded from my mind, till today, when I again heard the same eerie beeps again, albeit in a different frequency, but with the same rhythmic irregularity. Perplexed again I looked at the walls for any signs of wires or wireless electronic devices.
I was about to leave the restroom with an uneasy feeling that finally Alien's electronic surveillance had broken the last realms of privacy, when I was surprised by a colleague who came out of the inner sanctums of the Rest room with a victorious smile on his face armed with his latest gizmo mobile. In a moment all the mystery shrouding the mysterious electronic alien beeps unfurled as he divulged that he finally reached the ultimate stage of his latest mobile game. I uh... ahem - ed to his achievement and smiled back, before turning back and swearing under my breath and swearing on such avid gamers who agonies their lesser enthusiastic counter parts with their pursuits.
Wednesday, January 9, 2008
Whoosh Whoosh... whoosh whoosh... this sound has a mesmerising effect on me, almost aphrodisiacal, it forces me to strive harder and exert myself to perform even better... I increase the speed and incline of this wonder machine which negates the effect of mankind's first attempts of locomation. After precisely 2-3 minutes I start panting like a dog and desperately try to reduce my running speed, so as not to be catapulted forward by the conveyor running below my feet.
I notice a cheshire grin on the face of graceful(read mid aged) lady who is on the treadmill next to me. In vain, I try to convince myself that the smile is resultant of the appetizing sushi dish being prepared on the TV monitor and not because of my recent stellar performance in athletics.
Precisely, at this point of time, enlightenment dawns and I realize the motivation behind the folks who visit gym as religiously as they practice their toilet routine. Its mortal folks like us, who compensate for the reality/comedy shows they would have missed on TV and provide them with enough entertainment to keep their motivation levels high.