Past Remembrance

Christmas is the time of joy, celebration and leftovers. I like this kind of leftovers; they are tasty, delicious and I can have them all.

This leftover object that I’m going to talk about is nowhere close to being tasty. It is not edible at all; although it is durable. When I started working at least seven or eight years back I had saved some money. I wanted to invest it into something good and worthy. After a lot of thinking and gathering friendly opinions I finally wanted to buy a cross trainer.

I have no idea how I thought of investing my hard earned money into something that was not even me. I’m not an athletic person, never was, never will be. But I still went ahead to buy a cross trainer. The only fitness equipment that I had seen at home was a heavy dumbbell. That was my father’s. It was quite heavy and I could not lift it when I was fifteen. I think I took the inspiration from there. It is not a sin to have a body in good health and shape after all. Would you not agree with me?

When I got it I made sure to utilize it. So I came up with a workout routine. Everyday for fifteen to twenty minutes I used to exercise on it. I started with early in the morning before breakfast. With time I started to lessen the number of days then the time and finally I just would say hi to it. I really enjoyed spending time with it because I didn’t need a trainer or someone to help me and I was sure about the results too as I used to feel quite energetic.

Since I was happy with the results I got motivated to use it daily without fail. I was using it daily and churning out my extra body fat with all the enthusiasm that I had. Then we shifted to a new city. It was difficult to move it and I was recommended to part it away. It was not the fear of parting away with this piece of machinery it was the money that I had spent on it that struck me first. Lastly it was the feel of being athletic and having a healthy body. Because of all this I didn’t want to part away this piece of equipment.

Finally it did arrive with me to a different town. Somehow everything changed here because of too much work I started neglecting it. Very soon it started catching dust sitting at a corner of the house. Then when I found the time my knee was hurt and I could not use it. So all in all it has stayed as a masterpiece at one corner of the house for more than five years now. There is some hope that I would start using it although it will not be the way I used to in the past and that keeps me from selling it.

I’ve found another use for it now that I don’t exercise. It is serves as a masterpiece and whenever someone comes by a point is made not to hide it but showcase it. It is good to see their curious and sometimes excited looks. Once I was asked to sell this by my friend. Of course the answer was no and always will be. Now and then I’m advised by my family members to sell this as it takes up space. But I can’t, it is not only an object; it is a masterpiece for me. It is not only a fitness equipment but a remembrance of my past. It is not a lifeless metal object; it shares memories with me and I will not part away with it. It is a leftover of a place and a part of my past that I would always love to cherish and remember.

It’s in my voice





Sometimes during training sessions I’ve been video recorded (only for company’s use) and that’s perfectly ok with me. It helps in self analyzing and over the years I’ve seen my training style improving as well. (Normally we always ask the participants to video record themselves as it is becomes their guide in improving and understanding their own body language.) So I would say watching a self video helps me although I might not like it (I mean the process of someone barging into my session, however with time I’ve learnt the art of not being bothered). It is quite useful and that’s why it’s ok with me. I’m not conscious at all because it doesn’t bother me as I’m engaged with my participants, totally engrossed in my sessions.

What should I say about my voice? It lacks the sweetness of a child and I don’t chirp like a bird at all. I think my voice is not melodious at all, although I used to sing in the church’s choir group and people said that I sang well. As a grown up I understand they were just being nice. How is my voice? According to me – it is a bit husky. I’ve heard the recorded version of me and that’s what I think of my voice. I don’t like to hear me specially if it is a recording. However some people have a different opinion altogether and they say you have a good voice. Well I’ll leave it to them- but I don’t like my voice. I thought I’ll share it with you since I got the option.