KAHANI AB TAK

This is the final blog. Our story starts when I am being told by my family doc. that I am 84 and overweight and not capable of enjoying happy-married life. I am desperate and try jogging. But as in any good task, there are obstacles. I consult the holy and wise sage “Bengali Baba” and with his grace, I start my jogging schedule and continue all through six months.

Aur ab aage...
If there was one word that could describe me during all these six months, then that was...

‘ E X H A U S T I N G’. My schedule was:

6.00 AM - Get Up & go for a jog
7.00 AM - Come back & prepare for office
8.00 AM - leave for office
8.00 PM - Return home
10.30 PM - Sleep

Plus no oily/ spicy / junk food. So goodbye to tasty burgers, pizzas, dum-aloos, murg-mussalams, gulab-jamuns, roshogullas and ‘n’ number of delicacies.

Used to meet my doctor (who almost ruined my life). We used to exchange smiles but let me assure you beneath my smile were feelings so bad that I cannot express here.

HOME SWEET HOME:
Mom and dad were also ‘unusually’ happy with me during this six-month ordeal.

Dad asked me a couple of times “So Rahul, what’s your score?” (meaning what was my weight?)
My reply, “ Not checked out”.

Yes, thousand and one times, my mind urged me to check weight. But I always resisted this temptation. “Not till end of six months”, I used to forcibly say .

THE D-DAY ARRIVES:

And finally the D-day arrived. Exactly on 10th September, 2005 - I completed six months of my rigorous jogging programme.

“Everybody - please be ready today evening. We have to go to the doctor”, I announced to all family members that morning as I left for office.

Obviously I wanted all of them to be part of one of the happiest moment of my life!!!

They nodded positively and off I went.

Exactly at 5 o’clock, all of us were seated in the cosy cabin of my family doctor.

There were six people in all - Me, Dad, Mom, Grandpa, Grandmom, The Doc and yes, our family dog, “Socrates”.( you see we are a highly intellectual family!!!)

I remembered that black day six months ago in the very same cabin, which had led to the dramatic change of my entire lifestyle.

And finally, I approached the weighing scales. With every step, my heart was thumping loudly. The moment had arrived. This would be the culmination of all my hard work. I was never so excited in my whole life.
 
I stepped on the weighing scales and closed my eyes to pray to GOD (and Bengali Baba , too). For a moment, time stood still. History was going to be created.

Soon the doc would announce that “Rahul, an excellent job never done before. You have lost 15 kgs (or 20 kgs) and now declared to be totally fit (to me fit for marriage)!” For a moment, time stood still. Everyone’s eyes ( excluding me ) turned to the weighing scale machine.

THE BIGGEST SHOCK OF MY LIFE:
A brief pause prevailed and I felt just what all of us have felt in any examination hall as we wait for the question paper.After some time, I could hear the doc’s voice, “ Hmmm... Rahul, to tell you the truth....you haven’t lost any weight.” Was that correct that I heard or were my ears deceiving me?

I was aghast. This was the worst & rudest shock of my life. My whole world turned upside down. My throat dried up and I was lost for thoughts.

Still as they say ‘Hope is the elixir of life’, I gathered some courage and asked the doc, “ Sir, Can you kindly check it once again?”
“You, look here my dear Sir”, he roared , “ When I say a thing, that’s for final”.

That voice tore my heart & ripped my soul into unlimited pain....... for that meant.....

Bengali Baba had failed.
Perizaad Zorabian had failed.
Jogging had failed.
And most importantly... “I” had failed.

Tears gathered in my eyes. I looked down.
The weight pointer was at 74.
74?

I was not sure. Must be due to tears. I wiped out all the tears.

Still 74!

Perplexed and looked even more confused than a Ganguly facing short balls.

Exactly six months ago, it was 84.
And 84 minus 74 is 10.
I had lost 10 kgs. but doc says - NO WEIGHT LOSS. And .....

THE DA VINCI CODE soon CRACK'd.

in next and final blog ....
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