You must have heard or read that in good old days the male members in villages used to go to their farms early in the morning and the ladies followed them later with lunch carried on their heads. The scene was and is little different in urban areas. Some carry their own lunch boxes with them and some get their lunch boxes delivered by the Dabewalas. Some go to eat outside. There may be little variations here and there, but by and large this is what happens in our country. However, have anyone of you heard of Dads delivering lunch boxes on cycle ??
Gods must be crazy or shall I say Dads must be crazy. Ya !! I am one such crazy guy. Post retirement, we guys get crazier, I suppose. Just to give an example, my brother in law drives his scooty for almost 35 kms, one way to pick up his daughter on weekends, and drives back on Mondays to drop her again. Isn’t it crazy?? His reason “ It is a Good way of passing time and learning about the roads in Pune. Am I little more crazier?? Read it out and decide yourself.
Today, first I cycled my way to a bakery about 3 kms from our house to get 10 slabs of Paav Bhaji bread. Don’t worry, it was not for our family. It was for a kitty party being hosted by my elder brother’s wife.
Then my wife realized that my daughter had forgotten to carry her Lunch Box. So, what was the problem, I said. I took my cycle out on this humid and sultry day, put on my helmet and went cycling. I remembered Devbhaiya singing “ Akela Hun Main, Is Dunia Me, Sathi Na Koi Mera Saya….”. The only difference I thought was that I wore a helmet and not a cap, and I was not as good looking as our Devbhaiya. And yes, there was one more difference was that I wore a half pant as against his full pant. And finally one more difference was that I was really sweating and he did not have a droplet on his chocolate face.
I called up my daughter to inform her that her dabba was waiting for her down stairs. She came down. She was proud of me, and so was I too. She was for my effort where as I was for doing something for her.
Net Gains? Besides, we all being happy and proud ( Do I sound Senti ?? ), I burnt around 450 calories. Yes, 200 in the morning on tread mill, and remaining in the two trips which I made on the cycle. One way to keep fighting fit is to pray that my daughter forgets her dabba quite too often and that many kitty parties are held in our society and I am summoned to bring something or other for them.
What a way ??
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