Can he Run?

He always said he chooses not to..
'bhaagna hi hota to olympics mein nahin hote?'

That's some food for thought.

In the past 3 and half years, I have seen him grow, horizontally. His belly has now become his trademark, his X- factor. If we had symbols for election contestants, his would have been his tyre.

Meanwhile, he also bought a bike and spoilt us too. I don't go out of institute if his bike is not available.Needless to say, the bike added more weight around his waist but took away equivalent from his pockets (ours too).

I still thought he is just lazy as all of us, to run. It wasn't so. I discovered that just a few days back.

It happened when four of us were walking back to hostel from main gate. We spotted a cycle, and nobody was around. Something should be done about it. You can't just let a poor cycle stand all alone and walk away. The cycle should be pulled out of boredom. Maybe we could arrange for some company.

Intuition said it would like a tree's company. Hence it was decided. We took it upon ourself to unite it with one. As we lifted the cycle to place it in the loving branches of the tree, we saw a shadow emerging from the stadium. 'Oye' he shouted, the common exclamation for all moods but we had little doubt about his state of mind.

As I scurried away, I could see a sprinter eager to break Bolt's record and a hulk following him. I looked back and saw our man still contemplating the benchmark evolutionary response, 'fight or flee with the tummy of a lady whose baby has been due for an year now'. I threw some expletives at him, which motivated him to cover 50 metres at a pace, marginally quicker than usual. Fortunately, the owner was more interested in tending to his cycle than hitting the punching bag.

BT Brutes

Panda writes on board: (Rg) V

Gochi: (Rg) V ki aag

Nelson: (Rg) V ki Laag = Log(RGV)