Sunday, February 19, 2017

Ready for some hard-core pounding and grunting in public?


Story of a woman on a quest for that special one who can make her heart race faster


Let’s take a hypothetical character – a woman, plumpish of appearance, she spends a lot of time sharing and staring at her once upon a time slim pics. Even though she’d rather believe her Facebook friends who insist she’s gorgeous right after she calls them smoking hot, she doesn’t like what she sees in the mirror. Her state of mind is like a pendulum – swinging between proud to be me and dissatisfaction with her extra-large curves. But her pesky little inner voice keeps telling her she’s lazy and too mortified to take the big step. Till one day she can’t bear the burden of her procrastinations anymore. After much self- loathing and soul-searching deliberations, she walks into a commitment that she thinks will change her life.

She approaches him gingerly because she knows it’s she who has to make the first move. She notices he’s bulky, his muscles rippling, his eyes red from whatever he’s been taking. She really doesn’t care. With a lot of good, comes a little bad and she’s ready to embrace it all. She takes a deep breath before she croaks – main badi ass leke aaee hoon apke pass. He turns around, sizes her up and replies with a smile – don’t worry, madam. Together will make it smaller.

Thus begins their journey of turning her bhains into tight-ass. He is now her dartboard because she has pinned all her hopes on him. She’s convinced that her knight with his shining dumbbells will rescue her from her large sized jeans and squeeze her into size small. She has already dreamt of the looks of envy her friends will give her once she sashays in her skinnies that cling to her like fungus.

It’s not as rosy as she’s imagined it to be although she always ends up looking like an over-heated tomato, her hair in disarray once he’s done with her. The first few days she can’t even walk straight.

Sick bastard, she mutters to herself.

It’s a love hate relationship. He’s so brutal with her! Makes her carry weights, swing kettle-bells, run for her life, jump up and down while he sits like a lord and master ordering her around.

Some days when she’s grunting, screaming obscenities because it’s so painful, sweat trickling into her eyes from her eyebrows, and the brute who has promised to transform her screams WATER BREAK, she’s afraid she’ll actually pop out a baby.

Dammit, this is worse than labour. At least the original one had the good sense to stop after 12 hours. But this one keeps getting even more painful with each passing day and what’s more, I keep coming back for more!

What’s wrong with me! Is this my fifty shades of grey? She can’t help looking for saws hidden in the corners and velvety handcuffs tucked under the bench while stifling her giggles.

Her reverie is broken by Jags rough voice commanding her to do three sets of burpees followed by jump squats.

As she wipes sweat from all her crevices in the changing room, she can’t help notice how her once snug track-pants now hang loose like pyjamas. She stares at herself a little longer at the mirror, her eyes caressing her newly discovered curves.

Initially, she’d be a little embarrassed by the dudes pumping iron all day at the gym, who’d look at her lovingly, a slight smile playing on their lips. Then she realized they were simply looking at their reflection in the mirror.

So this is what self-love feels like. Hmm.

These days as she strides in confidently, her gym bag slung over her shoulder, her badi ass chiselled to perfection, she can actually smell the testosterone. She looks around at the hall filled with men and women grunting together, breathing heavily, their eyes closed in ecstasy as their flip monster tyres, their muscles knotted as they do push-ups– she’s struck by an epiphany.

Whoa, working out is like sex! We warm up to the act with a foreplay of stretches, the act takes the wind out of our lungs and once we are done, we are filled with euphoria even though exhausted like hell. No wonder all of us keep coming again and again like addicts, despite the sweat and pain.

Oh, wait a minute. I think it’s EVEN BETTER THAN SEX!

I can do it any time I want, unlike sex that requires a willing partner and favourable planetary alignment. And with as many men or women and still not be called a whore, but just a fitness addict. The handstand definitely feels better than a one night stand even though my blood vessels threaten to erupt any moment. Why, I don’t even have to take my clothes off!

Now this is where hypothetical character number 2 steps in – me, dying to give gyaan because I feel she’s running out of reasons.

Darling, I whisper in her ears – it’s even better when you’re single. You don’t even need a partner to do it, unlike ordinary mortals who need to go through a series of bad Tinder dates to settle for the least obnoxious. And for those incapable of finding any, this is the most huffy-puffy you can get. What’s more, unlike the real deal, this can last for hours. Why do you think marathoners get up at 4 even on a Sunday morning to just do it?

Look around you, girl. This place is jammed with tinders – Satinder, Jatinder, Ravinder….

The only protection you’ll ever need is a blocked nose to prevent you from swooning from their body odour. Your performance is rated by a machine with no emotions and the result is definitely not a wailing baby that poops and pees all the time. Damn, you can even watch an exercise video to get new ideas to make your workout more exciting and not have to delete history. Why, you don’t have to be in a monogamous relation with your regime – in fact the more the merrier.

At this point, both of us, plant our behinds delicately on the Swiss ball, start doing crunches and orgasm together.

In between panting hard and trying not to choke on my spit, I do manage to tell her – look, sex is a great workout too. According to urban legend, a good session burns up to 1800 calories but I have sinking feeling you have to be an Olympic level athlete to achieve it.

You think, I should take to celibacy, she pants back? Of course not, I say, while more sex may not motivate you to pump harder but gymming hard will definitely make you the insatiable sexy siren that your man has often dreamt of. Thanks to all the gruelling sessions, you can now twist and turn, stand on one leg and give him such a complex, he’ll have no option but to start working as hard to keep up with your moves. Pretty soon, he will read my article again. And instead of feeling like killing me, he will nod his head in agreement, just like a Kathakali dancer.

Do you think those characters on the walls of the Khajuraho temple were all avid gymmers?

Pic courtesy - Google.com




37 comments:

  1. Bindaas badass writing! Loved it , Ms Purba

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  3. Hah...your post is making me want to go watch 50 Shades of Gray so bad! I must plan my annual gym trip imminently!

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    1. You'd better call it 50 notes of grunt.

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  4. Bless those who suffer from fitness addiction. Cant stop laughing about the Water Break. Straight from the gym,this one.

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    1. Believe me, this is inspired from true life. I have actually told a guy, don't grunt so loud, you might actually pop out a baby.

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  5. The title evoked an excitement and then as slowly I crawled into the text I realised that it was a satire in your own true style. You always take your readers for a roller coaster ride . Great one once again Purba

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  6. I loved this one, Purba. Only those who love their workouts will completely agree with every word. It becomes so much more than losing weight - - a habit, a challenge, a vocation where you become one with yourself.

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  8. I cant believe you wrote this badass post!! :) I've often thought that the end of my fitness class sounds a little bit like post-orgasm! Close my eyes and listening - people panting and some saying OMG as our lungs threaten to bust post workout!! This post is an amazing comparison!!! Brilliant! :)

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    1. Hehehe...Believe me, I didn't intend to till a friend coaxed me to go ahead with it.

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  9. Awesome
    Motivates me to plan gym again as soon as I can again . M sure if will b Better than popping a baby out !

    Witty and inspiring article

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    1. Hahahaha...when I was in labour, all I could think was, why didn't anyone tell me it's going to hurt this much!

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  10. Wooo has, awesome read. Totally enjoyable.. your article will definitely increase the number of gym memberships in coming days. :D Jhakhasss

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    1. Hahahaha..or discourage the ones who were planning to join.

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  11. Wooo has, awesome read. Totally enjoyable.. your article will definitely increase the number of gym memberships in coming days. :D Jhakhasss

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  12. This was so entertaining - great job and thanks for being funny.

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  13. Strokes of double entendre come dime a dozen, but it has achieved critical mass under your pen. That was a thermonuclear narration of sweating it out.

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    1. I have a feeling you have never seen the inside of a gym.

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    2. Contrary to that, I hogged a gym for nearly three years. Fortunately, it was a males-only place. Unfortunately, my long time partner of dumb-bells and bar-bells perished in 9/11.

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  14. Woahhhhhh.....what i am going to do is bookmark this post and whenever i would even have a thought of skipping gym I will read this....This is the best motivational post I have read to keep myself in gym :D :D

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  15. did ya see women with abs in saree,they look really weird. deepika padukone in saree?she looks like athlete in saree. certain dress don't suit people with abs.hmm personally i don't like to hug a woman who is like tree trunk.i can hug a tree,why a woman hahaha. yoga is better ,it won't make you look like a tree trunk.hitting gym is same as filling face of woman with cosmetics.kissing a girl with lipstick,yuck its like sweet cold cream. indian women r curvy and hitting gym will spoil their natural beauty.but i really really hate fat women.people who lack discipline in certain aspect(diet) of life will not have discipline in any aspect unless they r suffering from hormone or medical condition.

    hitting gym makes men more aggressive.when i was into gym,i always had feeling to punch someone.when you have blood circulation at million miles per sec ,you can't be at peace.after hitting gym,i came to know why people at pubs come to blows.even slightest provocation makes your body to react faster than needed.so people who hit gym should train their mind too to be peaceful.

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    1. Dear self anointed gift to womankind,

      Women don't dress up, work-out, look good so that you can hug them, kiss them and rate your experience.

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    2. so women live in a world where men are blind and they do it all for the mirror moment.you must be funny or women must be funny to do that.hmm u misunderstood my comment.i wrote how men feel about their gf. opposite genders always have their likes and dislikes whether its men or women,otherwise we don't call ourselves belonging to certain gender.

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  16. Hahaha ! The popping out a baby part is absolutely hilarious! If Chetan Bhagat had written this piece, he would be labelled misogynistic and banned from the country. Already he is in bad books for his remarks about waxing.

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    1. I have no idea why my name is not appearing. This is Anita here. From Mirroring My Thoughts.

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    2. He does make a lot of sexist remarks but then gets hauled over the coals by social media.

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  17. Mostly I read your blogs in my office and the browser there don't support me in commenting. Today only I am able to comment. And my first and the most important comment to your writing is - 'you are a genius as far as humour and satire are concerned'. I am a man of profound nature and attitude but your blogs are able to do with me what most of the people are not able to - make me laugh. Heartfelt thanks for that. Making others laugh is perhaps the most underrated service to the mankind.

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  18. Very "Badi-aa" post and also very sinful :) And that "water-break" thing was simply a master piece !

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  19. I can so relate to the love hate relationship with the instructor ... it's the same with us - when my husband tries to train me or when I try to teach him yoga :P Just one push up short of throwing dumbbells at each other :P Absolutely loved reading this post. Huffing puffing and grunting, that's the excitement in life :D

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