Rocking in the Free World

For the past two months, I have made up my mind about sticking to this routine of walking up Chamundi hills along the steps and then coming back down the same way, once a week, each saturday that I can be at home in Mysore.

There is no better kick for an unwilling-out-of-place techie, than to actually be as far away from anything related to work as is possible, and a brisk walk/jog up the steps provides me with just that.

Not having climbed up the hill for the past five saturdays, and not having kept my lungs in the prime shape that one would have so desired, due to voluntary inhalation of unfavourable substances and an abject lack of physical exercises, the task of going up the hill on 23rd sept seemed as daunting as ever.

Fortunately, I had good company with me in the form of a friend, who hadn’t climed up the hill for even longer. As a result, I was able to go up slowly at the pretext of moving up at her pace so as to not to leave her behind.

For the very first time in many that I have walked up the steps, I noticed something that I will never be able to get out of my head. I am shit scared of spiders, and the huge number of spiders that my friend spotted on the way that I have conveniently been oblivious to till date had temporarily shaken my resolve to go up again.

My friend also does not take too kindly to spiders, and shreiked at a resonably loud volume each time she spotted one. She must have screamed atleast 500 times. There were unconfirmed reports of possible hyenas on Chamundi hills

Those fucking spiders are huge and scary. I would rather get beaten up in a WWE ring by whatshisname desi wrestler in the crotch with him wearing steel-toe boots, rather than have one of them crawl on me.

In any case, there are advantages to every bad situation as well, and the presence of these numerous spiders will only enable me to go up the steps really fast now.

You hate some parts of nature (the spiders specifically), but can’t liking the entire package by itself.