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Sunday, September 10, 2017

Have you seen the gym buddies?

They are the mountain of muscles each gym has one or two. 

When they pump iron it seems as if they are being tortured in the seventh hell. One should record the sounds they make and use them to create psychological pressure in CBI interrogations. 


 Have you seen their bags? The effing Milkyway would fit it. I mean there would be two big jars of god knows what powder. One box full of pills. One hairdryer, couple of bottles, shakers, towels, clothes and what not. Once I noticed one take a handful pills of various colors and swallow them in one gulp.


 When they talk to you they do not feel the need of introducing themselves. As if the whole world is their chuddy-buddy.


 When they meet each other; say after an hour or so; they behave like they have just found their long lost brother; kumbh ke mele me bichda hua bhai.


When they handshake. LOL. First, they shake hands, then they pull each other close; a bit too intimate when you meet the same person every effing day. And then one says, "Aaj kya kar rha hai?" "Aaj chest and biceps; tu?" "Leg day. I never miss a leg day."