Pushing your own physical limits


I took quite a bit of time to write this. I have been meaning to get back to regular blogging for a very long time. Not that I don’t do it. I am writing tech every single day from last 10 years, I truly enjoy curating the tech news, adding my thoughts to it and putting it out in the world. At one point in life, I would love to work on building my personal brand for the content. It’s a bit complicated in 2017. The audience is following vloggers over bloggers, thanks to penetration of high-speed, unlimited internet and YouTube.

One thing that started bothering me quite late in my life is my physical outlook. Being a 5-feet in height with tallest ambitions was something socially not-so-well-accepted. I never realized this early in life. In fact, I had no clue about it till 2015. I was at the peak of the KPI-driven success in everything that I ever did. It started bothering me when my dearest one pointed it out, it has been consistently bothering me ever since. Losing confidence at work, at public speeching, at social gatherings just because of how you look is the worst nightmare that can ever happen to you. In events like this, the only person that can regain your confidence is you, yourself.

An attempt of Gym-ing

Something that I did later this year is I joined the gym. I never imagined myself crushing heavyweights to the ground. But I did it for the heck of it. Did it well for six months, built some muscles around the arms and chest. One thing that I did not like about gyming is, one week’s break and you are back to the same skinny little young look. And not like I was going slow on lifting weights. In fact, if I had been consistent towards gym-ing, I would have been a powerlifter by now. What I realized is that the masculinity is like a make-up, you put it on every day. Six months in and I realized that this is not my thing. Having an entrepreneurial outlook towards life has completely changed me. I prefer investing my efforts in things that leave behind the legacy.

Pune-Pondicherry-Pune

Something in the month of August, me and Ms Sil decided to take an adventures motorbike trip. She had an event to attend in Chennai and I had to satisfy my adrenaline rush. A trip was also sort of an act to regain the confidence in my physical abilities. Ms Sil preferred flying down to Chennai. She loves being in the clouds, watching the sunrise from the aircraft. I prefer being the feel of a tarmac, riding through the dust and dusks, watching sunrise during the coffee-sutta break. Apart from two hours of catching up with a friend in Bangalore, I did not stop till I saw the signboard of Chennai (CCD breaks are excluded).

Riding Pune to Chennai solo, without a good night’s sleep was a real physical challenge. The ride itself was full of challenges, near-death experiences, rash drivers, unfriendly weather, hailstorm, lost roads, crazy traffic etc. Something that I realized as soon as I reached Chennai is my passion to choose the difficult path. The latter part of the journey too was full of adventures, challenges, crazy rain but I had Ms Sil to share all those challenges with. Having done 2200 km in 4 days on road, in crazy weather situations re-gained a better part of confidence in my physical abilities.

10K Race

Ms Sil signed me up for a 10K race. She herself participated in a half marathon at the same event. This was my first attempt at long-distance running. Having done just one practice run few days before the race day, I was not very sure about finishing the race. I always believed that Marathons are overrated. I had created a persona of a marathon runner in my head. A dude or a girl with an obsession for running in a crowd of 100s and flaunting the finisher’s medal as they finish along with the same crowd. Now few of them stand first and win a prize, the others enjoy the accomplishment of the act with their finisher’s medal.

Now what really happened on the race day is an opposite of the picture that I had painted in my head. The start of the race seemed like an over glorified version of promoting an event. As I began to run, I could strongly sense the positive energy in the environment that shattered the mental picture that I had created in my head. As I reached towards the last kilometer, I was filled with the same sense of achievement that I once thought was foolish. And as I saw Ms Sil at the finish line for 21KM, my heart was filled with a sense of pride and eyes were full of tears of happiness. One thing that I realized is that running in a race is a challenge that you need to overcome by pushing yourself to the limit. It’s similar to long-distance motorcycle travel, after 600 km, your body asks you to give up but the passion to cover an extra mile keeps you motivated.

I have to come to believe that marathon has a potential to teach certain life-skills that are necessary for an entrepreneurial journey. If you look at any successful entrepreneur, there are three things that are common in them: persistence, determination, and grit. All these life-skills can be acquired and mastered through the power of marathon running. When you start running, you don’t care about if you hop, if you walk, if you jump or skip, you just gotta reach the finish line. Same is in the entrepreneurial career. If you started something, regardless of all odds, you just gotta keep moving and reach the next milestone.

There is an old riddle: how do you eat an elephant? ‘One bite at a time’. Same goes for the marathon training and entrepreneurial career. The power of consistency is essential. Now if we were to establish those marathon runners possess all the life skills that are needed for a successful entrepreneurial career, why are they not successful in life? Well, in my opinion, there are two factors to it.
1. You need to be aware of your learnings, abilities, skills and how to apply it in real-life situations. Basically, keeping sports limited to the playground is not going to get you anywhere in life.
2. Obsession. It’s good that you have acquired these essential life skills through marathon training, but do you run a marathon or two and get back to the real world? Or are you so obsessed with it that your annual calendar is full of marathons around the country? I personally am very much interested in marathon training to learn the three essential life skills that I mentioned and not to collect 10 different finisher’s medals each year.

2600km road trip

Right after the 10K race, I set out on a crazy road trip with a colleague from work. This road trip helped me understand my mental strength. Well, there is a difference between motorcycle riding and car driving. The latter is not as much about having fun. Long-distance car driving is not really about pleasure or enjoying each km milestone on the road. It’s more about covering the distance, adding those kms on your odo and reaching the next ‘tourist’ destination.

Ms Sil and her girl gang joined us towards the end of the trip. Driving through the traffucked roads of Bangalore, taking a not-so-mountain-like road to Mysuru and Coorg was fun. The return journey was a true physical test for somebody like me. Driving 800 km non-stop with little to no sleep was a toll on the body. I always wanted to try this to test my persistence. The day of the return journey, I took the wheel at 11am in the morning, traveled around Coorg to visit ‘tourist’ destinations, drove all the way back home and gave up the charge of the wheel only at 8 am next day, completing 21 hours of consistent driving through bad patches, ghat sections, narrow roads and pitch-dark road sections.
Did I enjoy driving? if compared to riding, Nope.
Did I enjoy munching kilometers? Hell yeah.

 

I must say that last few months have been great months in adding all the lost confidence in my own physical abilities. I wish to improve, I wish to push myself to the next level, I wish to use this confidence in facing challenges in my entrepreneurial journey. Until I come across the next idea of doing it!

– Mr Sil

DAPOLI

 

dapoliWhat can be more fun than going on a short lovely trip on your lover’s birthday?
And so, it was his 19th, and we decided to go to North Maharashtra. We packed our bags, rested our ass and geared up our beast, R15. Our journey started from a small town in western Maharashtra, and we went towards North. Halting at one dhaba we had our lunch. Delicious Makke di roti and Sarso da saag was was served by that roadside dhaba. We always avoid rice while traveling as it induces sleep. We hit the road again at 4pm towards Dapoli, rightly known as the “Mahabaleshwar of Konkan”.

(Konkan is situated in the Western Ghats) As we were approaching Dapoli, temperature started decreasing eventually. Romance was filled in the air. With speed, excitement was accelerating and there was no bounds to our happiness. Finally we entered Dapoli, with fragrance of fish and sound of sea hitting the shore. It was around 6.30pm and sun was setting. Half of it was visible on the waters, with illusion of half being inside the sea. There was an orangish shade all along the beach with a reddish tinge. We stood there on beach, with hands intermingled, feeling the soft breeze hitting our face and disturbing our hair. We watched the sunset quietly, with a silent conversation. I was on the ninth cloud, feeling luckiest and I bet so was he. My faded low waist jeans got wet by increase in the velocity of waves, which pulled me out of my thoughts and I turned my face to his. Sun was about to set, and I could see his eyes twinkling due to orange rays. I bet, that was the most beautiful moment when I looked deep in his innocent, brown, amygdaliform eyes. Those were full of love, charm, happiness and joy. I wished him “happy birthday love” again, and he smiled joyfully. I went more closer to him, close enough not to see his face clearly. We could, now feel our warm breath amidst cold breeze. I close my eyes and our lips meet.

Sudden drop in temperature made us leave the beach and we headed towards Murud, 14kms from Dapoli, where our resort resided. He had pre-booked it as it was on-season. Murud is a very very small town, located almost on a beach. One high tsunami can sweep whole of it. We reached our resort at 7.30pm.
“Coconut Lagoon” was a beach-view resort, with tall and slender coconut trees all over. Soon after completing all the formalities, we headed towards our room. Sound of waves increased rapidly and our feet got full of sandy soil as we walked towards cottage. It was a mind blowing cottage situated amidst greenery with roof made up of coconut tree’s fibres. As I entered in, I was stunned to see beautiful electric lantern aside bed, which was glowing brightly. It sparkled the whole of room adding romance in the air. Bed was covered by plain white bedsheet with tomato red hearts on it. One wall was painted in dark red, while other three were of creamy colour. Roof was painted in white, with a small florescent light.
We both were amazed to see beauty in simplicity and felt heavenly. He decided to have a bath and I thought of resting my back for a while. He turned on the hot water tap which started filling huge transparent glass bathtub. Meanwhile, I saw that he forgot his towel, and so I bent over, to take out his towel from the bag. My loose red top slipped up and he saw the tattoo on my back. Yeah, it was a surprise. As I’m against those permanent tattoos, I had asked my gf to make a henna tattoo exactly above my butt line. It was a burning heart, and had become darkly brown. He saw it from distance and came running out of bathroom and insisted me to show it clearly. The moment I lifted my top, he grabbed my ass tight and pulled towards him. He kissed that burning heart gently and started moving upwards. Yeah, he turned on hard by that tattoo. (Yes! My plan had succeeded! :P) He then reached my neck, and I was turned on. I turned my side towards him and kissed him hard. Kisses progressed into smooching which further progressed to tongue-kissing, lip-eating and ear-kissing! Kissing, we rushed towards bed. Atmosphere was filled with intimacy. Love was at the highest peak, when we heard something flowing. Soon he realized that bathtub was overflowing and bathroom was full of steam. We both started laughing at our idiocy and decided to have a quick bathe. I wore a half jeans with loose light yellow top. He was in a sexy black denim with light green shirt. We moved towards the dining area of the resort, which was situated near the sea shore. Table and chairs were covered by a clean white cloth and a dim candle was lit up. Tired of having punjabi food, we ordered usal (misal like Maharashtrian dish), aloo mutter, few chapatis and steamed rice. Delicious dinner amidst nature added more beauty to the atmosphere. Post dinner, we had a short walk over beach, admiring nature’s beauty and creation. The beach was totally isolated and all we could see was water.
Time passes so fast when you’re with your loved ones. We started talking about our initial days of relationship. That struggle to get together and still how the things weren’t changed. I can still feel the butterflies in my stomach when he looks at me. I still get the goosebumps when he touches me. It’s been three years and still that sparkle is the same. It hasn’t faded at all, instead keeps increasing day by day.
While heading back to our room, we rested on swing tied between two coconut trees. I  laid in his arms and we kept starring at the sky. It was pournima (full moon) and moon was at it’s brightest phase. As sky was totally clear,uncountable stars were visible all over the sky. I, then, insisted to go back to the room. He advised me to proceed and he’ll be coming after a while. I quickly headed towards the room and locked it from inside. I had planned a small surprise for him. I had bought few candles and roses. I plucked all the petals out and placed from the door towards the bed and on the bed. I lit up all the candles and placed over the periphery. Took out his laptop  and copied the romantic playlist I had made, with huge effort with the help of my gfs and kept it ready to play. Beside the bed, I placed a greeting card, made by me using quilling art. I dressed myself in a silky cream coloured one-piece. After switching off the lights, I called out for him to sleep. He knocked the room and found that it was pre-opened. Slowly, he pushed the door and was MOUTH STUBBED! I took his hand in mine and welcomed him. He walked over the rose petals in shock and was overjoyed! He kissed me on forehead and we moved towards the bed. He immediately noticed the greeting card and started to read it. I played the music and the atmosphere was enlightened. I had written a poem in it, expressing as how lucky I am for having him in my life and how nature had been so unnecessarily grateful to me.
He fell in love with my poem and appreciated it. First song on my playlist was “Pehla nasha, pehla khumar ; naya pyaar hai, naya intezaar”, which boosted us with loads of love. He slowly placed the greeting aside and took me in his arms. Embracing each other, we gently kissed. He caressed my hair and my cheeks. Slowly he cuped my face and kissed me hard. I rubbed my hands through his back. Next song was “Bheege hoth tere, pyasa dil mera” and  we got terribly high. I lied on the bed with him on my top. Kissing my neck, he moved down to my breasts. He unhooked my bra which laid underneath my one-piece. Every time I get impressed by this skill of his! He then undressed me totally and so did I to him. It was the most romantic and intimate love making ever!
Next morning, was even more beautiful than previous night! It was because I found myself nude, in his arms , wrapped up in a cozy blanket. That moment when you open your eyes and the first thing you see is your love. I just couldn’t take my eyes off his innocent face while he was deep asleep. I kept starring at him, till the mobile alarm triggered which awakened him! I felt so stupid for not turning it off last night. Anyways, now that he was wide awake, he caught me starring at him. He smiled and wished me with a good morning kiss. Our naked bodies were intermingled and I could feel the warmth of his love, even when the temperature outside was 9°C. Oh my god, how I wish I could wake up in his arms every morning. Later, we had a hot water shower together and got ready for the further activities. I dressed myself in yellow Hawaiian one-piece with colourful flowers on it. He wore a T-shirt with red and white checks and black shorts. For breakfast, we had steamy hot upma in resort and checked out with all the formalities. We then headed towards Murud beach, which was highly populated. It was full of children, adolescents and parents! We chose to have a speed boat ride and a banana ride. Later, we saw dolphins and did paragliding too. Unfortunately snorkeling department was closed. After having our bodies well tanned and clicking dozens of pics, we went to Dapoli for lunch. We had a good thali there, consisting of pure Maharashtrian pithala, potato’s sabji, chapati, waran bhant and yummiest solkadi. After three hours of shopping in Dapoli, we rode back towards home. This time, he was resting back and I rode. It was a beautiful journey and we reached my town by 7.30pm. Since it was Sunday, my mess was closed and we decided to have dinner in hotel kasturi. It lies at the backyard of my hostel. We ordered hot tomato soup, butter naan and veg handi. Well, it was delicious but not more than Konkan. He then dropped me at my hostel and headed towards his home.
Well, end of one more beautiful trip.