Nose on the jog...

Long time back I was introduced to this quaint little ridge near my place. A total excercise freak that I am, started exploiting it immediately to tone up those saggy calves. Since then my legs have totally been relishing the regular work-outs in that area, but very recently I discovered that my nose has been doing a little work-out of its own.

This is the story of my nose, very literally, on the jog! So, hear it for my nose itself (I know all of you’re saying…”Gawd…now her nose’s talking too!” But my nose can't hear…)

So here it goes...

Starting with the generous dose of vehicle smoke that I inhale as soon as I get out of home (living in South Delhi is a REAL blessing...who wants to live till 100 anyways!). And then there's the cigarette smoke & generator smoke (Thank you frequent power-cuts!) and million other kinds of smokes (cough...cough...its great exercise for the throat and facial muscles by the way)
Finally we enter this terrain within the city, cut-off from the outside hustle-bustle.
I am greeted with the scent of fresh flowers and young grass. I feel this tingle inside that’s caused when an orange peel is squeezed with a sprinkle of flower juice. So rejuvenating!

Further on I’m carried to this nice woody fragrance. Robust and inviting, it calls me to itself and I just can’t help but take a deep breath of nature. It fills me up with all of its vigour and makes me want more (its almost orgasmic…no wonder they bottle it up and sell it for a bomb)
Acchhhhhoooooo!
What is that?!! Mmmm…smells like…I think someone just had a little mishap with a bottle of Gucci Rush before coming for the jog! I like the perfume, but not to bathe in!
Puff puff…bad air out…good air in…bad air out…good air in…
OK now…returning to the woody fragrance again…aaaaah…its fine now.

Sniff sniff…aww…guess a baby is around. I love the way they smell with the J&J on. A little whiff of it is enough to take me back in time when all scents were so new. Life was such an adventure. Every day had a “Eureka” moment. Mommy’s hug, the bed-sheets, the food, the poop…everything was so unique.
Life’s so much more predictable now.
Same old food, monotonous perfumes, regular variety of smokes… but this place still keeps me alive. Just when the boredom starts to creep in, it brings in something new and interesting.

I think there’s some conversation happening now with Aunty ji. And I can tell that Aunty ji’s been making yummy chholey early morning. Chholey for breakfast…sounds like Spanish omelette at a high tea!
Well…To each his own!

Hmmmmm…conversation over…back to the woods! :)

Sometimes I wonder, how do these people take the gazillion scents and smells they inhale everyday for granted??
Its like I’m just for breathing…Whatever!!!
I get insulted you know…I have feelings too!
I am so much more than a necessity..I am a luxury. I am an ornament on that face of yours.
Just imagine youself without me on... ugly picture...ain't it?
People spend a lot of cash to fix me. I even have special doctors dedicated to my service.
Snobbery & anger reside on me.
Haven't you heard...Keep your nose to the grindstone or have a nose for the job?!
So, please respect me.

Hey! Someone’s been smoking! Why else would anyone try to have an extra large helping of “Chutki”. It smells sweet and all, but I don’t think its Stomach’s favourite. That’s what he told me! When will Uncle start being a man in front of Aunty ji, instead of chickening behind a packet full of “Chutki”.

Hmphhhh…I guess we’re on the road again. Familiar smokes, boring world, same old smells…

Woweeeeee!!!! Are those my favourite yummylicious vapours from heaven?
Mom’s been making pancakes with oodles of butter and honey-drizzle.

So much for those legs…Haha…my work-out was worthwhile for sure!