Avik's Story

'Dada! Milk has been boiled. Please make the coffee before it’s being cold.' Anup knocks at bathroom door. I frown. Even frustration has no privacy! I just walked 7 kms, and that too in early morning. I sweated like a pig. My leg muscles are on fire. My clothes are on the bathroom floor airing pungent smell. And then, when I see my tummy, I find no change! I deserve to be frustrated man. I put the clothes in a bucket and soak it with water. I’ll wash them later. But I wash sweaty corners of my shitty body. I wish to take a complete bath. My whole body longs for it. But there is a critical choice to make. If I bathe now, the milk will be cold, and I have to boil it again. Boiling milk is always a tough and devastating task for me. Generally, I put the milk on gas and forget. I only remember when milk is overflowed and spilled all over gas oven. That’s why, nobody gives me this job, and I don’t want it too. I come out from bathroom wrapping a towel and head for kitchen.

              “Wake up (a)vik, wake up you crazy!”                         This is the usual call from my co-walker Anup. He stays just at the opposite block. At 5.30 am, when most people sleep and a few walk or run to reduce their tummies, we follow the latter group. The fat we have gathered during our study in Delhi (actually, during our ‘little’ hangouts in Karim’s, Chawla’s, Nizam’s, Momo Point etc etc), has converted our stomachs into some yet-to-be-named hills. We feel them every day with disgust, when we wear some carefully chosen branded new shirts and most importantly, khaki uniform. Friends, who have flat stomach, smile cunningly. Aur bhaiya! Kuch ghat raha hai kya? And those, who have tummies, generally don’t smile. They advise. Isse kuch nehi hoga bhai! Gym join karna padhega. But they only just advise. They never join gym or they never walk.                         We have our own reasons for trying to reduce fat. In my case, it is a simple case of spending tim