Until very recently, I had no idea how
powerfully therapeutic exercise can be in any form. I’ve been obese for a
number of years now and believe me, I’ve tried everything in the book – the diets,
the exercises, starvation, bottle gourd juice, no caffeine, aerobics, sports,
gym, surviving only on grapes for a month and on boiled vegetables the next –
the list just goes on. I know every gym in my neighborhood, I know most gyms in
the city actually and several people who run them.
The levels of stress I was under as a
15-year-old were drastically different from those I’m facing today. Back then, I
didn’t have to worry about finding a full-time job or getting enough freelance
work to be able to pay back the monthly education loan installment. Through the
last decade or so, exercise has routinely been my worst enemy; not because I
hated working out or was lazy, but because I was being forced to do it by
people who genuinely care about my health but don’t quite get that nagging just
doesn’t work with me. So because it wasn’t MY choice, I hated it. Under stress,
I eat – and I binge eat. Obviously, I don’t binge eat celery and lettuce and
sunflower seeds. I binge on chocolate, ice cream, cookies – pretty much
anything and everything that’s bad for my body.
I had never planned to be where I am today
and yet here I am. As I like to say though, plans have an uncanny tendency to make
their own (other) plans.
There’s one other thing I’ve learned today.
It is extremely taxing – physically, mentally and emotionally – to be a
fighter. I don’t mean the kind of aggressive person that always gets into
fights; I’m talking about the spirit to never give up or a will-not-be-defeated
personality. Having such a personality, I’m realizing how tired I am of
fighting right now; Fighting against circumstances, against people, against
inhuman behavior, and against myself at times. I’m tired and stressed out and
it shows in multiple ways. I have over 150 failed job applications sitting in a
folder on my computer, an amazing grant opportunity decided not to knock on my
door yesterday, I don’t have the money to get out of the city for a few weeks
and head into the wilderness to recharge my batteries, my parents are paying my
monthly loan installments because as a freelancer, I make peanuts.
Despite all that, for whatever reasons, my
spirit refuses to put her hands up in defeat even though my body wants to. A
body that is sleep deprived, has to work overtime given its weight and has more
health issues now than it has ever had before. From a very young age, I’ve
known what I want to do – professionally and personally – and I’ve never been
apologetic about it because I genuinely believe that I would have been
dangerously unhappy right now had I given in to the pressure of becoming a
dentist or pursuing a career in engineering etc. Just like I’ve known what I
want to do, somewhere I’ve always known that the path I’m choosing to walk isn’t
going to be a lucrative one and as someone who doesn’t believe money is
everything, I’m okay with that.
However, things become truly challenging
when someone who doesn’t care a lot about money, is suddenly in a position in
which making money needs to be relatively high on the list of priorities. Why?
Because the confidence with which I applied for an education loan to go study
environmental journalism at the graduate level will prove to be a lie if I can’t
live up to the promises I made, my faith in the importance of informed, skilled
environmental journalists in the world will be irrelevant if I can’t keep those
promises.
I’ve narrowed the present circumstance down
to two possible strategies – 1) Focus solely on landing a lucrative job even if
it’s outside my academic and thus-far-gained professional experience, or 2) I
accept that one way or another, I’m going to have to pay off this loan so it’s
probably best to focus on building a sustainable, happy career based on
long-term objectives and hard work, all the while managing finances to
prioritize the bank first.
I’ve spent several sleepless nights
wondering whether I too, like many of my undergrad classmates, should have
moved on to pursuing an MBA and taken up a job at some random corporation or
private company as a marketing or business executive. Every single time that
question has been answered with a resounding “NO!” from within and I’ve
ultimately smiled a sigh of relief and drifted off to sleep.
I turned 26 last month and that number is
only going to increase so it makes way more sense to choose the second strategy.
I’m going to get older, the loan’s going to have to be paid off no matter what,
and so I might as well take the choke-collar off and live a little while trying
my best to find a healthy balance.
This is where exercise comes in. I’ve now
been back in India for a little over a year and wasn’t getting anywhere with
the fitness goal until I decided I could travel next year and for now, I ought
to invest in hiring a personal trainer who is quite frankly, brutal. I love
that. This self-made, hard-working guy from a middle class Maharashtrian family
inspires me with how passionate he is about getting results. I get that. When
it comes to work, that’s how I am. It’s only fair then, that I at least match
his dedication if not top it.
Then, 2 weeks ago, something changed. I
re-realized that I was beginning to get inconsistent after some unexpected
breaks in workout schedules. And I re-discovered the sheer exhilaration of
playing badminton.
I started playing badminton when I was
about five-years-old. The racket was taller than I was at the time. It quickly
became my favorite sport and the most beloved extra-curricular activity, of
which there were many. I continued playing till I was 16. I played at the
district level, and was on my college badminton team until the social pressure
of academics forced me to withdraw into an unpleasant study-induced state of
coma in 2006-07. The HSC exam demon did away with a lot of my fun activities
and I hated being confined to classrooms and tuition groups. The rebel in me
hated it even more. Fast forward to last week. Thanks to the magic of
technology, a group of people I know came into existence and we now have a
regular group that plays badminton three days a week and it is hands-down the
best thing I’ve done in the entire time I’ve been back in India.
Three days of badminton, three days of
intense gym workouts and Sunday – that’s what my weeks look like now. Why is
this therapeutic? Because I’m one of the very people on the planet (or so I
like to believe) who gets The Hulk. Yes, The Hulk – the big, green superhero.
You know how he told Captain America in the
first Avengers movie that his secret
is that he’s always angry? That’s me.
I am always angry – angry about how people
treat animals, about how uncivilized some people are, how uncompassionate and selfish
people can be, about how people treat senior citizens or the homeless, about
corruption, bureaucracy, scams, frauds, celebrity criminals getting off scot-free,
migrants risking everything for a chance at life, racism, privilege, climate
change deniers, having to swallow my pride when my parents pay off loan
installments…You get it, right? Always. Angry.
But as a journalist and a communications
professional, it is imperative that I exercise ultimate control over my anger –
something I have learned to do very well over the years. The gym and the
badminton court are where that anger is unleashed. Moreover, I’m a very
competitive person. I don’t like losing but I’ve learned to take it in my
stride if that’s the hand I’m dealt. That these two activities work their magic
on my physical fitness is a definite advantage, but the fact that they are
amazing stress-busters is what I love the most.
Things aren’t perfect right now and in all
probability, they’re never going to be. But apparently, my personality is
infused with a concoction of characteristics that render it incapable of ever
giving up. So no matter what the situation, how bad it gets and how much my
body wants to surrender, my spirit will never allow it to raise the white flag.
Which is why, even in this sort-of-unemployed period under a disastrous dose of
stress, I actually mean it when I say, “I love my job.” The element of
satisfaction and happiness is unparalleled and being able to report global
stories of environmental news value is the entire point of having taken out
that back-breaking loan in the first place. So even though it may not be a
traditional newsroom ‘job’, it is work that I love, respect and will do for as
long as I possibly can because it makes me extremely happy.
An independent journalist, I report
environmental and science stories of public interest for U.S.-based
mongabay.com and am working on expanding my freelance network and portfolio.
And because I’m a workaholic, I’m also pursuing an online Certificate Program
in environmental justice while working on an application to an absolutely
smashing PhD program at Michigan State. This program is outstanding – it’s
everything I’ve ever aspired to do and everything I’ve done up to this point
has been a work-in-progress towards achieving exactly this goal. This is the
kind of opportunity that gives me a perpetual adrenaline rush and a chance to
bring the full force of my life’s work down on this application and hit a home-run. Even today, I am clear as ever about knowing exactly what I want to
do. I’m figuring out how to get there using a combination of routes and
off-road paths, but that’s the journey – that’s life.
It’s like with love – when you know it’s
right, you just know it’s right. It’s never going to be easy but it’ll always
be worth it. (Full disclosure – I’m not the genius that came up with that last
line.)
So this is me saying thank you to the
incredible people who have taken the time out of their busy schedules to come
play badminton for 4 hours a week and my trainer at the gym – for creating an
atmosphere that neutralizes my anger and lets me get to work with a refreshed,
clear and focused-as-hell brain that’s raring to go. I’m going to cook you guys
something (hopefully) lip-smacking someday soon.
To those who’re reading this and wondering
if they will ever meet their fitness goals, I am no expert on the matter but
here’s a motivating quote I came across a few weeks ago that I read every morning
and then actually feel The Hulk in me
gearing up for a brutal hour of smashing, running and sweating – “If you want
something you’ve never had, you have to do something you’ve never done.”