Remember the song "Jabse tere naina, mere naino se...
Remember the controversial towel scene (Ranbir Kapoor- the hero took of the towel and was supposed to show his butt, but it was censored... thank god , if you didn't know, its a big deal in India)
Somehow this song keeps coming back to me....
Some posts ago in my post called the workout I had told you about how I go to this cool gym with all the cool equipments and the weird people that I meet there.
Now, most of the guys obsessed with their fab or flab bods have a tendency to see themselves in the mirror. This is a very normal thing. They stand in front of the mirror and look at their six packs or family packs or one large pack etc etc. give different poses and observe the development. I gave up on this practice cause for some weird reason whenever I try doing this some one or the other with a good physique passes me by with a smirk.
After gym I usually go into the locker room very quietly. Having a locker room is good but somehow I haven't been able to adapt to the locker room culture. I do not open my mouth much, just go for a shower without talking or sharing anything with anyone. I have concluded that I am a bit homophobic but that is just in the sense that I am not very comfortable with men roaming around in towels, I do not and I repeat do not have a problem with homosexuality (I do try to be liberal in my thoughts).
So, ya, tired from gym I went to "the room" as I entered, I saw a guy looking at himself and his well maintained "model" like body. I quietly went to the other side and started getting ready for a shower when something I had never thought of in the wildest of my dreams happened....
Swishhhhh.... with one swift movement that guy took of his towel and at that particular moment I looked up and his butt was staring right at my face. F***!!!
Since that day I have not been able to take that song out my head. I get scared when that song comes on TV. Sweat appears on my large forehead (term I use for being bald). My senses go numb and I become pale. I go back to the day I saw Brokeback Mountain, got scared and separated my bed from my room mate's.
Also at that very moment (me and the guy with the butt in the locker room) I realized how well maintained the ceiling of the gym was....
