Pressures of having fans

Its been a good initiation into the blogging world for me. I say this not just on the basis of a feeling i have, but on the basis of hard facts. I have also taken the pains to do some number crunching-munching here. Here are the facts
1st post - 14th June
Increase in readers (%age) - 400%
Increase in fans (%age) - 200% (accommodating for those to shy to declare themselves a fan here)
Conversion from readers to fans (%age) - 50%
In the wake of such staggering statistics (which closely rival those of a certain Dead-weird Cull-them mwhahaha... whose popularity is waning into the 'twilight') I felt the need to get into shape. I have long maintained that round being a shape was good enough for me, but hey... I didn't have this kind of fan following then...

So i stood facing the mirror.. did i really need to get into shape? My shoulders.. well nice and broad... Arms.. Well, flabby a bit, but ok.. Abs... Well, let me see... Seem 6-pack... Or is that No. 7 & 8 i count there? 6-pack? 8-pack? Who am i kidding? Its more a family pack than anything else.. So, it was necessary to work out.. surely. But then, i write.. I don't pose topless on any of my blogs, and I have (been forced to adopt) strict policies about meeting fans as well. But then, there are the pressures associated with having fans, so I decided maybe it is time i visit the office gym. I made enquiries from others in the office, and went after office hours one day. I was told that the gym instructor's name was Amol.

I pulled in my tummy as far as it would go and nearly breathless, walked in nervously, changed and looked for Amol.. There is something about the name Amol that makes you visualize a short, frail chap. I avoided all the girls in the gym, went to a guy doing some serious weights, pointed at the machine and asked him "Who is Amol here" That was my way of conveying to the babes that i wasn't new here, and that i was very much the gym freak... with rock hard abs... Mr. Hercules was confused about me pointing at the machine, and gasped "There.. Green T shirt" pointing over my shoulder. I turned. "Oh my God!" (much like Janice)... A-mole? This guy is bigger than most hills you'd come across in Mumbai! He was more of A-mountain than Amole.. He was probably a small made kid; and his gym instructor made A-mountain of A-mole hill.... hehehe

I decided i should hang around, watch the others... Most were using the machines, some were streching, others doing all kinds of contortions. This one guy was looking at the cieling... He seemed unhappy with the place he was at. He finally aligned himself exactly under an AC vent and i swear to God, he targetted the AC vent which was some 15 ft above him, and started kicking ferociously. I am not sure what he was trying, but at first look, it seemed like he wanted his leg to rip off and go through the vent! 'Some sick-ass gory version of rugby prolly'
I saw Amol at a distance, and i walked toward him.. Keeping a safe distance from the Foot-in-AC-Vent guy. I surely didnt want to be the guy his leg lands on, when it does rip off.

"Hi"
"Arre hi.. bol na.. kaisa hai" a eagerly friendly tone in his voice.
Wow, i must be popular!
"You know me..." my face assuming a quite arrogant look.
"Nahi re.. Kyu?"
Damn....
"Arre nahi.. i wanted to join aaj se.. I'm Vinod"
Now suddenly all serious...
"Vinod, regular sports khelte ho?"
Yes, only EA Sports... Hehe
"Nahi"
"Regular fitness ka kuch hai?"
"No..."
"Kabhi gym gaye ho?"
"Merko dekhke kya lagta hain??"
"Hehe.. Arre nahi re.. Acha Vinod, ek kaam kar le... 6 ke speed pe 5 min walk karke 10 ke speed pe 10 mins jog kar le"

Those were the longest 15 mins in my life... I was off after 5.5 minutes.. Just to be pushed back on by my good pal Amol, yelling, "AAJ FIRST DAY PE LAGEGA TIRED..." There go all the impressed girls.

The next day i learnt a lot about my body. I realized that ab muscles did come to use each time my hand moves and that yawning can be baaa..haaad for worked out biceps....

Much of this is cooked up (Ladies - especially about my abs not being in shape)... But I am unable to come up with anything else today.. and yes, pressured as I am by my fans, i need to keep the posts coming. Fact is I have been going to my office gym infrequently for some time now... But one look at me, and you'll realize that i dont get much working out done there.