The Red Dress Press

Saw The Simpsons after a looong time today... the one where Lisa opens up her own newsletter publication - The Red Dress Press.

Killer Workout

Had a great workout yesterday. Managed to get a good nights sleep the night before, making the exercises all the more effective.

Did HeavyLegs + Moderate to Heavy Biceps

Legs:

Warm up:
Good Mornings, Free hand dead lifts, Basic Hamstring Stretches
Routine:
1 - Alternate Barbell Squat(Heavy to Very Heavy) and Hamstring Curls(Medium)
10x3 each
2- Seated Calf Raise (Heavy to Very Heavy)
10x3

Biceps:

Warm up:
A variation of wide-handed chin ups -> Instead of lifting yourself up vertically, lift yourself to one side first using only the shoulder, chest, back and bicep muscles of that side, and then lift to other side.
Routine:
1 - Lying Cable Curls (Medium to Heavy)
2 - Dumbbell Prone Incline Curls (Light to Medium)
3 - Standing One Arm Dumbbell Curls over incline bench (Light to Medium)
4 - Barbell Curls (Medium to Heavy)
5 - Alternate Hammer Curls (Heavy)
6 - Concentration Curls (Light)
All 10x3

Caution: Do NOT attempt any of the above without assisstance of a trainer. And don't even think about it if you are a beginner.

Appalled

India knocked itself out of the world cup.
I'm appalled.
Not at the loss - I don't even consider it one.

I'm appalled.
At the peoples' reaction.
It's only a sport. Just entertainment.
Do we even need to react to such things?

The yellow duckling

Witness an infant
Nothing ceases to amaze it
It's fascinated everyday, by the very same moon
The very same life

It strives to reach out
To the object of its marvel
Incoherent movements
A spark in the eyes

It tries and tries
The hands just don't grip
But it doesn't lose heart
It tries and tries

Every fibre in its body
Wants to hold that yellow little duckling
So much enthusiasm, so much innocence
A desire so pure, makes me wonder

I settle on a dream
The head wants it,
The heart is indifferent,
The limbs couldn't care less

I strive for my yellow duckling
That I can hold on to;
That every part of me
Can desire with no remorse

Two smoking barrels

No one ever saw time
It's one of those things that are, but are not
You can't see it, touch it, feel it
But it's out to get you, lock-stock and two smoking barrels

No one ever saw thoughts
They cast a web in your head and around your life
Thoughts breed resentment, contempt, malice
They come with those big labels - Unavoidable, Fatal

No one ever seen themselves
I is just a reflection of the world
The self is lost in the battle for survival
Me is no more, got killed by time the moment thoughts took over

Tricep Blooper

I was working out in the gym a few months ago - had resumed work-outs after almost a month of a right shoulder pain.

It was triceps day and I was doing the skull crusher ( For those who don't know what a skull crusher is, it's here.)

After a month out of action, you can't really be the same. When I was lowering the bar down towards the end of the 1st set, I somehow lost control and the bar landed PLONK on my forehead. Lucky for me I hadn't lost grip of the bar!

Don't know what made me remember this :)

FYI - The skullcrusher is the best exercise for triceps after parallel bar dips.

Pretense

I contemplate
My life hitherto
Delusional laughter, unkept promises
Not a soul to turn to.

Tears of blood
Can't keep them inside, too proud to let them flow
Pretenses of strength
Weakening me through and through.

Is happiness the end of sorrow?
Laughter the end of tears?
Some eclipses stay on-
Chisel me, wither me, define me.

The sun sets everyday
Instilling hopes of serene loneliness, intoxicating isolation
Surmising I do achieve it,
Will I not long to share it?