Every morning I hear a loud gaggle. A foreign noise in a fairly quiet neighborhood. A residence which thrives on the loud humming of a few cars and the regular whirring of the lawn mover; this is unusual.
I move closer to the patio to see the source of that sound.It is indeed what is unheard of in this serene locale. They are a group of Indian aunties (yes,that's what they are called, though they are not in direct relation to you,whatsoever) who are out for their early morning walk after they finish bidding their spouses to work and their children to school.
Yes, though they are out for their daily walking they are also on a mission to eradicate that massive tube of belly fat clinging to their bodies in the most undesirable place of all other places ; without getting to a gym on a membership. (nothing objectionable about it).
They are not bothered about that till they find myriad ways to hide all that flab in the most flattering way(or unflattering) possible.After all saris are the perfect outfit to transform all the flesh bags to killer curves.Coming back to the point, small retinues of Indian women throng parks, jogging tracks alike to spread their mobs onto each corner of the area. They take over a large area covering up tracks meant for serious joggers not that the ladies aren't serious about their business. Only the business is not of exercise but of a never ending gossip cycle . They walk at the pace of a toddler learning to walk : except for the fact that a toddler is adorable and has no other viable option.I wonder if its even possible to talk so much when you happen to be walking briskly. And then they conquer and lay siege to that part of the track giving you the impression of a slow moving queue at the airport immigration queue. Which I bet moves faster.
"Who is that new girl?", "Why is that boy in the park only when that girl appears?" "Why are they exchanging numbers?" "Have you heard about that new woman in that posh apartment, she is a divorcee?" "Why is that girl not married yet, there must be some problem with her?"
"My son is a doctor/engineer and he works in the States, he is planning to settle there itself on a green card!!"
And hearing that the following thoughts race across my mind :
"If you are going to be chattering away consistently how will it possible to walk at a brisk pace??
How will you ever lose all that flab that you have managed to eat to amass all over the years doing the very thing you keep doing in the "walks" that are supposed to be exercise for you?"
Its typical for married ladies (a majority but not all) to behave in this manner. As a matter of fact the very girls who seem to be burgeoned with these ladies turn into their clones once they cross over to the other side. Some don't. But mostly they do. I guess that happens when one lands into shit!! Company is inevitable.. You see.. otherwise gossip isn't interesting...
Well what gossip... To know that I will have to cross over to the other side and check if the grass is actually green or probably its just ASTRO TURF!
And as of now I am just watering my grass to make it as green as I desire it to be.. (wink)
I move closer to the patio to see the source of that sound.It is indeed what is unheard of in this serene locale. They are a group of Indian aunties (yes,that's what they are called, though they are not in direct relation to you,whatsoever) who are out for their early morning walk after they finish bidding their spouses to work and their children to school.
Yes, though they are out for their daily walking they are also on a mission to eradicate that massive tube of belly fat clinging to their bodies in the most undesirable place of all other places ; without getting to a gym on a membership. (nothing objectionable about it).
They are not bothered about that till they find myriad ways to hide all that flab in the most flattering way(or unflattering) possible.After all saris are the perfect outfit to transform all the flesh bags to killer curves.Coming back to the point, small retinues of Indian women throng parks, jogging tracks alike to spread their mobs onto each corner of the area. They take over a large area covering up tracks meant for serious joggers not that the ladies aren't serious about their business. Only the business is not of exercise but of a never ending gossip cycle . They walk at the pace of a toddler learning to walk : except for the fact that a toddler is adorable and has no other viable option.I wonder if its even possible to talk so much when you happen to be walking briskly. And then they conquer and lay siege to that part of the track giving you the impression of a slow moving queue at the airport immigration queue. Which I bet moves faster.
"Who is that new girl?", "Why is that boy in the park only when that girl appears?" "Why are they exchanging numbers?" "Have you heard about that new woman in that posh apartment, she is a divorcee?" "Why is that girl not married yet, there must be some problem with her?"
"My son is a doctor/engineer and he works in the States, he is planning to settle there itself on a green card!!"
And hearing that the following thoughts race across my mind :
"If you are going to be chattering away consistently how will it possible to walk at a brisk pace??
How will you ever lose all that flab that you have managed to eat to amass all over the years doing the very thing you keep doing in the "walks" that are supposed to be exercise for you?"
Its typical for married ladies (a majority but not all) to behave in this manner. As a matter of fact the very girls who seem to be burgeoned with these ladies turn into their clones once they cross over to the other side. Some don't. But mostly they do. I guess that happens when one lands into shit!! Company is inevitable.. You see.. otherwise gossip isn't interesting...
Well what gossip... To know that I will have to cross over to the other side and check if the grass is actually green or probably its just ASTRO TURF!
And as of now I am just watering my grass to make it as green as I desire it to be.. (wink)
