As I sat, taking steam bath in the gym today, a drop of sweat trickled down my nose, and fell down touching my lips on the way. My mind went back to the time when such a thing didn’t happen artificially. Artificially, in the sense that sitting in a room filled with steam and waiting to perspire.
They were the days of ‘natural’ sweat while playing cricket or football in the grounds of college or working out in the airless basement gym. It was the intensity, the passion, which resulted in the drops building around the forehead and tripping down, blinding our eyes just when the bowler was about to release the bowl.
You don’t get the natural feel until those beads of drops are mixed with the mud, the dirt, the smell of the soil. And believe me, that feel is a world apart, which you can never get while taking a steam bath or working out in the air conditioned gymnasiums. It’s difficult to get that time back and I guess as the days pass, we are getting further away from that sweet smelling, soil mixed Natural Sweat. Long Live those days….
2 comments:
kaafi senti hain. everyone misses the past, like I am missing infy life and friends. But you have to move on, and enjoy the present.
You realize the value of a thing when you miss it.
well nostalgic post... well yes still remember footy stints @ coll... to identify one team from the rest one team used to be topless;the other with shirts... all this right in insti footy ground...and in the end all were bathed in sweat....
I don't rem the last time when I sweated hard after coll...
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