When You Don’t Write

People sometimes think that writers have extraordinary brains, that their mind is constantly spewing up new characters, settings, plots, and they can write something novel every time they sit down to write. While that may be true for a very selective bunch of writers, I believe the most of us are humans. Like others, yes, writing is our job, and although its one that is also our passion, we do require breaks every now and then. So what do writers do when they don’t write?

They read, for one. I read when I’m not writing. That is probably 10% of what I do, though, when I’m not writing. I enjoy the little things. Like the fact that I just wrote my 101st post on this blog.

I also go to the gym, watch the telly, play a few video games now and then.

Its important to keep all parts of your body exercised. Writing is a way to work the mind, but physical exercise like walking, jogging, workouts at the gym and cycling is a great way to physically exercise the body. Its definitely good for your health and keeps you fit but it does wonders for your mental health as well.

I love to trek. Living in the city makes it difficult to do that half as often as I’d like. The family usually goes to hill stations like Lonavala during the holidays and there’s a lot of opportunities to trek up there so I make the most of those. I’d gone there earlier this year and I even made a post about it, and the admittedly crappy photos I took while there.

I like to cook as well. I don’t always get the proportions right, and that challenge is half the fun by the way, and I don’t cook a lot of different things but its a fun experience. Come over someday if you want to try my watery pasta, or overly cheesy cheese pizzas or puddle shaped rotis! “My mother and I tried making brownies once,” is what I’d say if you asked me “Do you bake?” The operative word being ‘tried’.

What do you do when you’re not writing?

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Exercise is Good For You

Yeah, right.

I get all breathless when I jog and my legs and arms hurt when I cycle. I get light-headed if I exert myself too much, and then I lie in bed for the rest of the day like a seventy year-old. The next morning, my whole body is so stiff I can’t move a muscle without groaning. The next couple of days or so are a living hell and it is a pain to move around; I’d rather just hibernate forever. When the stiffness finally subsides, I try to get back to jogging or cycling, slowly, and I realise its going to take forever to get used to this exercise.

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And you tell me exercise is good for me. scoffs in disgust mixed with a tinge of self-pity

But then things slowly change, over a few weeks. Gradually, it becomes easier to cycle for long periods and the breathlessness is not as acute and that sensation of my lungs tearing themselves apart recedes. My thighs don’t pain that much and it feels good to get that gulp of fresh air (if you can call the air of Mumbai fresh). I can finally see my biceps growing, by just about half a centimetre or so, but its something nonetheless.

Maybe, exercise is good for me.


 

This post requires a bit of a prologue to better understand it. But I’m writing this at the end so it kind of makes this an epilogue-ish thing but think of it as a prologue at the end. If that makes any sense.

I am very good at procrastinating. Most people who know me, don’t know this about me. Those that do, and if they are reading this, are probably shaking their heads in agreement right now.

Another thing I’m very good at is not putting on weight. I don’t know if I have a great metabolism or a really awful appetite (or both; or none), or if there is something more to it, but I’ve always been on the lower side of the average weight that I must have. Recently though I’ve started putting on some but everybody (including the doctors) tell me I should regularly exercise to stimulate my appetite and hence gain those elusive kilos. In comes the procrastinating.

Yesterday, I decided to change things. Well, I actually decided that much before yesterday, but then scheduled to put into effect that decision on the day that was yesterday (I don’t call myself ‘Chiefest and Greatest Procrastinator’ for nothing). I took out my cycle again and had it all serviced and stuff and I took it out for a spin yesterday as well as today. And it was fun. And tiring. And all of that is what made me write about this little part of my life.