I was watching a documentary on Arnold Schwarzenegger. Pumping iron is no easy task, boss. These guys really sweat it out. Like I said earlier, the pain is the pleasure. Arnold talked about how focused he was during competitions. “No emotional attachments. Winning remains the goal.”
He talked about how once he was preparing for a contest when his mom rang up to say “Come home son, your dad is dead.” But the bodybuilder could not agree. “Sorry, I cannot make it now,” was all he could say.
Asked about the lighter side of life, he revealed how a guy came for his advice. “I am an expert in bodybuilding poses. Just gimme additional clues,” the guy asked. Arnold decided to have some fun. He told the best different style would be to scream everytime he posed at the competition. Scream the guy did, but was promptly thrown out of the contest.
Talking of bodybuilding, I remember I used to visit a gym near Victoria Terminus in Mumbai. Among a lot of sportsmen, I found a lone, attractive girl lifting heavy weights. The second day I was in the gym, I introduced myself to her. Don’t forget, I wasn’t married that time and there was this lurking fear that she would throw the weights on me. Fortunately, nothing like that happened. She agreed to reach my office the next day for an interview for my newspaper. While I eagerly awaited her, she came. Hold on, she came along with her boyfriend.
The story appeared, and my dream disappeared.