Gym diary!Ā 

There is this lovely Aunty who comes in diligently every other day to the gym and just before she starts her work out weighs herself, which is great. What I fail to understand is why she chooses to weigh herself on her way out as well. After walking at 4.5km/hr for approximately 20 odd minutes and a few minutes of stretches later not much of weight loss would have happened. 

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Then there is another lovely aunty ji who insists and I must reiterate the insist, on working out only with the AC on. Even if the weather is stupendous. She walks in with a bottle of water, and a hand towel. Keeps them on the table near the entrance and proceeds to shut the windows and turns on the air conditioning. She never checks with the others if they would prefer the windows open or not. She has decided for everyone else in the gym. Now because she is working on the cross trainer which is positioned right below the ac, Aunty doesn’t need the hand towel at all šŸ˜ 

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Did you know that the only cabaret song that Lata Mangeshkar sang was ‘ Aa Jaane Ja’. Now this piece of trivia I got to know from the gym. You wonder how. The above mentioned aunty ji besides shutting the windows, also changes the radio station to one that ONLY plays music from before my era. So a group of uncle ji’s come in at 6.15 am and one of them is a huge trivia fan. He walks in when Lata Mangeshkar was singing and he immediately said to his buddies, “Lata’s only cabaret song this is.” The others nodded and exclaimed with great interest. 

As you can see I have very interesting tales to share from my work outs each morning šŸ˜šŸ˜ 

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Oh, you are SO lucky!

June 19th is going to be celebrated as Father’s Day, and perhaps the timing of this piece is just right. I have a huge issue and today I’m going to address that here today.

I was out for dinner with a few girlfriends a couple of nights ago and happened to mention this in passing to another friend who immediately asked where the kids were. “At home, where else?” I said. “Oh, you are so lucky. ‘K’ is able to babysit them so well in your absence. That too both the boys,” she said. I smiled and said nothing. Then ofcourse there is always the Ā ‘friendly’ aunty in the park who is over enthusiastic in her praises for ‘K’. What a wonderful father he is, he plays with the boys so well, he is always looking out for them in the park especially when ‘R’ is riding his cycle, she always says to me when she manages to corner me in the lift.

I keep thinking of all these statements that are made to me and wonder what I am to say. Yes, my husband, the father of my sons is extremely hands on and can manage the boys just as well and sometimes even better than I can. I have no qualms in openly accepting it and why should I? Parenting should be gender agnostic and in our household we truly practise it.

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K changes diapers, makes the boys sleep, constructively engages with them, reads to them, feeds them, and does pretty much everything that I do. Sometimes even my parents are slightly aghast at how easily K ‘handles’ the boys, but shouldn’t he be easy with them is my point. They are his kids too after all. So why all the fuss?

Next time someone tells me I am so lucky, I am going to say a few not so nice things to them, so make sure you don’t say it to me.