after getting bored of sleeping(i think first time in my life),n so much Topsy turvy results in my PMTs..i thought seriously about my life...
n again i am answer less, i want control in my life, but as always my granny says, "boy,we are puppets,we simply imitate,what he wants us to do"
So no comment on that..mum...
Getting busy in some other stuff is a good idea..i don't want to be busy like corporate honchos...chasing money whole day and skirts whole night. But something unique, more interesting. i decided to join a gym,actually idea was not mine,but the pace at which my belly was protruding i decided. Again my grandpa an octogenarian was at rescue and advised me to pursue his morning jogs..heck..who on earth(like me) will be waking up so early.

Since i never been to any gymnasium,so most obvious query, which one to join? there are loads of them in city. So i called up my younger bro to get any advice,coz he is a sporty dude and many times have been in these stuffs, in worst case he knew any other guy who will guide me. After so much discussion about games and soft wares , i reached my point. "What kinda job do want?" he inquired like i was talking to a serial killer who is asking which way u want to kill the person.
"like..body shaping..fitness..stamina.." i replied.
"hmm..how many bucks you want to shell out?" a serious question for a person declared living Below Poverty line.
"like..i dunno..no idea" i shrugged.
"ok take this no..ex serviceman..he will help you out" as he opened his contacts..
"wow..touch"i exclaimed as seeing a palm size touchscreen in his hand.
"nah..no thing good.. Chinese". Oh this dragon economy clutched every nook and cranny of India.
Good idea,propagated by Mr. Jiabao, no war only economic dependence.
i carefully jolted down his number. "call him" and he waived of  to other room.

I lay on my bed..thinking about tomorrow n closed my eyes.