It was when I saw the pointer saying 93 kg that I decided to start jogging, it was a gratifying sport, It left me fresh and full of energy thru out the day. I started with 2kms a day and increased it to 6 and then to 8. It was a month now and I was feeling light but the war had just begun, I could not find a scale to measure my weight!(I asked my friend and he said he had a 1 Kg scale and I said that was not enough) I measured it on one of those scales the railway has put on the platform and it showed me (it was perhaps trying to be very nice) 3.5 Kgs. I guess I could have done with my friends scale after all!
Before you start wondering why I didn't go to the doctor and get my self weighed I must tell you that we had torrential rains this season and all the weighing scales which were on the ground, and they usually are if they belong to a clinic, drowned and were no good.
My father suggested that the scales on the churchgate station are regularly calibrated and hence are dependable.
It is a crisp sunny saturday morning. I bunk my lecture and head to a sports shop to buy a skipping rope . I set afoot towards churchgate station, hoping to make the best out of this opportunity. There I see the digital scale glinting in chrome. I gracefully step on it (leaving my bag to the side) I insert a one rupee coin and it asks me for another (man! This one must be really accurate!) I insert the second coin and hold my breath. The display is digital and it shows 94 kg (!). I step down and it gives me another (blow) white slip with my weight printed on it. "Show it to your friends loser", I could hear it(the scale) saying that!
I haven't given up. After I recover from my leg injury (this was due to the skipping rope, and it was not short) I will start again.