So with the gold, silver, walking and singing
gyms
all over
the city, you tend to wonder what happened to us and how did we
get
here. It’s
no longer about being ‘healthy’ as the old timers often
complain, it
about
looking ‘fit’. In order for the body to look fit the gym should
obviously look
fit as well. The average ‘Jai’ today yearns for fancy gyms with
the
equipments
looking like God himself works out there. Whatever happened to
our old
school ‘Akhadas’
for the working class hero, the wooden phallic shaped equipment?
What
about the
sweaty grind of bodies, the ‘Langotiya Yaar’ who would
unabashedly hug
you from
the pillion seat as you went about Carter Road to pick out
‘Jai’s or
mine’?
Guess what, they shifted to the welfare gyms
in
areas you
would not call ‘fancy’. The Ville Parle Association gym near the
Ville
Parle
station is a long standing example of the working class hero’s
gym,
this is
where he feels strong, this is where he takes off his shirt and
starts
with the
dumbbells while looking at himself in the mirror wondering,
“What does
she see
in the other guy?” Every lift gives rise to this look in their
eyes,
every
increase in muscle makes him look at his biceps when he answers
‘her
call’. These
local gyms might not look ‘fit’ but compensate with images of
‘Super
Fit
Freaks’ posted all over. The inspirational images work like
‘Spot the
Difference’ columns in newspapers where the patrons keep on
going till
they
look like their idols, Vaan Daam and Arnold Shavigaggar.
The shocker being, the deposit is 200 Rs, the
monthly fee is
200 Rs and yearly 1900, which is quite a steal. There is no
special
membership
requirement. When I asked the guy if I need to be from this area
to
join, he
said, you could be from Bhayander and it still wont matter,
anybody can
join.
The fat is dead! Long live the muscle!
You forget how important hygiene has become. The regular gym guy with the big biceps back in the day didnt really care that the ends of the machines were rusting or that another someone had poured his sweat all over a machine and left it wet and comfy for the next user.... So lack of disinfectant spray poses as an issue to the urban fit guy too! (Maybe even God would mind if there wasn't disinfectant spray at the gym ;) ) Awareness, the internet, the huge increase in significance of 'status' and image consciousness all attribute to the fit boys thronging to the golds and silvers and walking and singing gyms around town. Just my opinion!
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