When you desire of something, it is said that the entire universe conspires to help you achieve it. I think that is bull! The means of you achieving something or not is by you doing certain things or choosing not to do certain other things. Nov 8th this year, I launched my first documentary, a one man cross country mountain biking race documentary film on youtube. I wanted the film to go to festivals. I submitted it only to one. I wanted to host free screenings with bike shops in Bangalore. No one found the time to schedule one.

I wanted this film to go places. And I believe that its journey has just begun. I’ve gotten very good responses to it. Great feedback and now a bonus too.

Deccan Chronicle 2014-11-23

The story behind the making of the film has gotten to become so compelling that a complete stranger of a journalist from Deccan Chronicle wanted to feature it.  And feature it, she did. She made sure she got a hold of me to answer her interview and then went the extra mile to get me to do a photo shoot because us introverts behind a camera rarely have good pictures of ourselves.

You can click on the image to read the full article.

If you cannot fathom what this whole thing is about and are not challenged with the internet attention deficit. You can check out Meeting Mountains here


Let’s finally meet the mountains

I began making this film with the layman in my mind as its audience. Over time, I have realized that there are no more laymen and laywomen watching movies on the internet or elsewhere. Everyone is a fucking critic, a cinematographer, an editor or god forbid anything other than a fucking director. Even more so, no one wants to be in production. So, I’ve finally made this film for me and the magic of cycling and obviously dedicated to my family. But mostly because it has been hounding me, and for me to be done with it and move on.

Here is the film, whatever it is, this is how it is. And what it is, is a great teacher. One that taught me more of how not to do things than how to do things. I only look at this film as the best piece of practice I’ve had as a broke ass film maker. I’m thankful for every thing that happened in my life until now that has helped make this film the way it is. I also thank everyone in my life, friend, foe, stranger or companion.

I entertain all degrees of feedback but I shall never tolerate any form of mockery!

All the cursing aside, Presenting Meeting Mountains my debut documentary that makes your life a little bit simpler and a lot more serene. Enjoy.

Yes, it is 37 minutes long and no, I don’t think it is too long.

Defying gravity-Pull up workout review

Every time in a movie or on TV you want to show that a man is preparing for revenge, war or the apocalypse, you show him running early in the morning, punching a bag or a dead cow or you show him doing, pull-ups! Apart from this imagery, the fact that you can lift the entire weight of your body by your scrawny hands repeatedly is what got me hooked to the idea of being able to do pull ups.

If you have been following my blog, you will know that my legs do a fine job of supporting the weight of my body. I just felt that my hands should be able to do at least half as good. Hence I ruled out walking with my hands and decided to start doing pull ups. I remember being able to do a few pull ups at random a few years ago. And I have been doing some good full body workouts this year, so I figured a few pull ups should not be impossible. Three! Three is the number of pull ups I managed to do. I know better than to just keep doing pull ups and magically hope for it to get better. You need a program. I found a few, I found this one to be effective.

A little confusing to lay it down as a schedule or to be explained in person. But, textually, this workout schedule makes the perfect sense. I have written down a break up of the work out here. Identify the difference between a chin up and a pull up. A chin up grip isn’t as wide as your face. It should be almost as wide as your shoulders. A pull up grip needs to be a little wider than your shoulders not any more, not any lesser. There are no benefits from making the grip any wider.

The pull up bar

My pull up bar is a 3/4″ diamter steel pipe that I had lying around from old construction. It was of the perfect length to fit into this passage area near the toilet in my house.




I drilled a hole and inserted a bolt on both ends and tightened it down as above to stop the pipe from spinning around when I hang from it. The easier thing to do was to thread the pipe and fix an elbow to it. But I do not have a threading die with me.


The bolt stops at the concrete of the vent to stop the pipe from spinning. The bolt on the opposite side stops it from spinning during a chin up grip.


The minimized head room allows me to slowly rise up instead of going haywire on momentum and just swinging up and down.


I started off with Phase 4 of the workout since I could already do 3  on my own. The Monday workout is going to be punishing the following day. The areas of soreness in your body include,

  1. Inner forearms
  2. Biceps
  3. Pronator Teres
  4. Lats
  5. Pectoralis Minor
  6. Upper abschestbig

Slight amount of soreness on the outer forearms and Pecs major are also possible at the start. Even the quads can be sore if you are using too much of a thrusting or swinging motion. It is important to keep your neck lose too. Look down or straight ahead when you start and as you rise up try and look at the bar or higher. The soreness from the Monday workout disappears right in time for you to do your Thursday workout. Hence I stress on the effectiveness of this workout. Thursday workout gives you almost none to little soreness. Be sure to stretch out all your muscles including your neck after the workout and a few times on the days that you are sore.


It took me four weeks of Phase 4 to get my chin ups to an 8-9. Mondays were absolutely punishing and takes about 20 mins to do. But on a Thursday, you need to awaken all your past ghosts. The face of every woman who dumped you, every client who turned you down, every vegetable vendor who won the haggle battle need to flash in front of your eyes when you are hanging on at that last position of every set. Take it from a skinny armed person like me. It makes all the difference.




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After I got into the Phase 5 Pull up routine, just to keep my chin up muscles active enough, I would try and max out on my CHIN UPS up to four times a week at random going as high as 10, sometimes 11. Phase 5 also took me 4 weeks but with visibly good results. I can feel my forearms when I swing my hand from the table to pick up something. My t-shirts fit me better. Everyday things seem lighter to me. It is perfectly worth the effort. Just remember to keep your legs locked and torso tight. Because if you do not, the whole thing is pointless.


1. Ideally the pipe should be of 1″ diameter or even 1.5″ -2″ tubing. It is just a better natural fit for the palm.

2. Use a piece of old bicycle tube for better grip especially if you have sweaty palms.

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3. Count your movements nice and slow for that added advantage.

Good luck and defy gravity like you can.

Pull up work out breakdown

Phase 1
Exercise : Chair assisted CHIN UP
How many : 8 reps per set, 5 sets
Rest : 30secs between sets
How often : alternate day
Target : When you can drop down from the bar as slow as 2 secs per CHIN UP.

Phase 2
Exercise : Chair assisted PULL UP
How many : 8 reps per set, 5 sets
Rest : 30secs between sets
How often : alternate days
Target : Until you can drop down from the bar as slow as 2 secs per PULL UP.

Phase 3
Exercise : CHIN UP
How many : 8 reps per set (attempt 2 unassisted, succeed 6 chair assisted), 5 sets.
Rest : 30secs between sets
How often : alternate days
Target : When you can succeed in doing 2 unassisted CHIN UPS

Phase 4a
Exercise : CHIN UP
How many : 8 reps per set (as many unassisted as possible+ x chair assisted to complete 8 chin ups) 5 sets
How often : Mondays
Target : When you can do 8 unassisted pull ups on the first set of this Monday workout.

Phase 4b
Exercise : CHIN UP
How many : As many as you can, unassisted followed by locked hold at the top end of the CHIN UP
Rest : 120 secs between sets
How often : Thursdays.
Target : When you can do 8 unassisted pull ups on the first set of the Monday workout.

Phase 5a
Exercise : PULL UP
How many : 8 reps per set (as many unassisted as possible+ x chair assisted to complete 8 pull ups) 5 sets
How often : Mondays
Target : When you can do 8 unassisted pull ups on the first set of this Monday workout.

Phase 5b
Exercise : PULL UP
How many : As many as you can, unassisted followed by locked hold at the top end of the PULL UP
Rest : 120 secs between sets
How often : Thursdays.
Target : When you can do 8 unassisted pull ups on the first set of the Monday workout.


Gooey Noodle Surprise

Everyone in India loves Maggi noodles or some newer brand boasting to be better at being a quick to prepare snack. The truth is Maggi has become synonymous with noodles. Be it on that camping trip, train ride, trip to the Himalayas. Maggi has become quintessential to the Indian tummy.

I tried adding a slight enhancement to it. An Egg! Everybody adds an egg or more to the noodles. But not like this. This just made the noodle a little more delicate than the rough and tough eat anywhere snack. I just glorified the Maggi noodles by making it fragile.

Enjoy the recipe.

Birthday Cake

The first day of this month was my 27th birthday. I went on a cycle ride to a nearby hill, indulged in some self discovery, had fun, but I did not have cake! My parents might have figured that I probably won’t eat it because I have cut down a lot on sweets and sugar. A lot! I did not ask them to get one either. The ride took almost the entire day and hence I did not bother getting one myself either. I do not host  birthday parties and hence no more opportunities of finding a cake. I did not complain neither did I want to. A month later, it irks me. It was my Birthday. Every birthday deserves a cake. And somewhere at the back of my mind, there laid a cake that was not getting eaten. So I got myself a little piece of the heavenly dessert today

This is the reason why I am starting the program. The program is going to be a part of my life. For every single day! And I will dial it up when I have an event coming up, a race or a personal challenge. Because I love cake and so many other foods. I do not want to abstain myself from eating the things I love. I’d like a regulation but not abolishment! It isn’t fair to have missed cake on my birthday. And hence, the program restarts tomorrow.

Here’s how I have prepped for it.

1. I ate my cake and threw it away too because the desire is fulfilled and now out of my system.


2. I watched rocky. Because it is the story of a simpleton being able to do great things.

3. I will smoke a cigarette tonight before I go to sleep to get some closure.

4. Instead of shaving my head off like I usually do, I left out a mohawk. Because, badass is what badass gets.


5. I’ve noted measurements of my body, to compare somewhere in the future.

6. I’ve scribbled all over my calendar on the wall with workouts for each day.

7. I have set alarms on three different devices to make sure I wake up early enough in the morning.

Resolution 2014-Part2 Introduction to The Program


Don’t get fooled by the title. Or maybe you can. At the start of this year I decided to start living cleaner and start exercising just like most of you would have. After two weeks into the year I found an exercise program online that promised six pack abs in an insanely unbelievable short amount of time. I signed up to find out that a few days of prep exercises later that the rest of the program was not free. Classic internet scam! But it gave me a great idea. “Screw you internet trainer.” I found a great set of exercises and modified them to fit the ankle I was healing that I discovered later was broken. I stuck to the program and avenged my ankle by running the TCS Bangalore 10K and finishing it at a personal best time of 0:57:14.

You must understand that prior to this I was fat, weak, alcoholic, smoked a lot of cigarettes, had no routine in my life whatsoever, healthy or otherwise. Basically a crappy existence.

The ankle fiasco required me to train a little too much too soon for the 10K. And so, after the 10K, I gave myself some rest, two months to be precise and this  time I wanted to strengthen my ankles for further training. All I did during the rest was some push ups, a little walking, regular physio for my ankles, stuck to my detox juice fairly regularly and my weight was deteriorating on its own thank to the sped up metabolism. What else happened to me during this time was that I was slowly slipping into the not so good lifestyle.

Two and a half months of rest and recovery later, on the first of august, I restart the program. And since blogs are like a diary in a digital sense, I am going to update here the second edition of what I want to call ‘the program.’ I will share the workouts I pick up on and their complications/simplifications. The diet I follow, progress and hindrances along with motivation tips and I hope to help inspire anyone or someone to live healthier.

I do have to declare that I am not a physical trainer, dietician or any such person whose information is to be accepted as completely credible. I am discovering things on a trial and error basis and merely sharing my experiences. I will not be held responsible for any difficulties or injuries you may face because you decided to follow what I do. If you are interested, do get yourself checked by a good doctor before you start working out and do not attempt to do anything that seems stupid to you.

Birthday Challenge

Nandi hills is to Bangaloreans what Khandala is to Mumbai, Agra is to Delhi and Mysore is to South Bangaloreans.


It is in Chikkaballpur district of Karnataka, India and it is about 50kms away from the nearest petrol pump to my house according to the analog odometer on my 32 year old motorcycle. And it has been the destination to my birthday challenge since the last three years. If you do not know what a birthday challenge is, you should either read on or stop right here.

So what is my birthday challenge? I take my bicycle and pedal from my house to the top of Nandi hill and back. The first year, I wished I was dead, almost cried and took some insane number of hours to finish it. Last year was a breeze. This year, having not used a cycle in months, I was apprehensive. I got caught on work and got an hour of sleep last night and decided to go anyway. What good is a human being if he cannot carry his own weight.

The last time I used the stopwatch on my wrist watch was when I ran my first 10K a few weeks back. I finally reset the counter and took off.


I do not have an expensive carbon or aluminium bicycle. Its custom built by me from scavenged cycle parts and has only six gears. Not the first choice for most people who have to climb 8kms of tarmac incline with an elevation change of about 1000ft.

I left home at 0503hrs. The stop watch started fresh to count the total number of hours for to complete my challenge.


About 20 minutes into the ride. My mother calls me up to tell me that I have forgotten to take the food I had kept packed. Bread with Jam. Enough sugar to keep me going for the whole day. LLUckily I had managed to drop in the little bottle of jam into my backpack. I can buy bread anywhere. I pedaled on.

Another 30mins later. bang! Left pedal snapped out of the crank. In order for me to keep pedaling, I need to put it back in and let it grind out its own threading and the threading on the crank.


I decided to gun it till the village of Devanahalli and hope to the soul of all cyclists that there was a shop open with the spare parts. This is the fun part of not having some fancy cycle. You can find spares almost anywhere. I ended up waiting for an hour and a half for the shop to open and also being a huge inconvenience to the villagers going about their morning chores and even the dog guarding the cycle shop.

I am way out of form and now I am delayed by almost two hours in getting this mess sorted out. While I was waiting for the cycle shop to open, I was reading none other than ‘Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance.’ The irony surely made me feel like an ass and if not, all the villagers staring at a man exposing his hairy legs by wearing shorts and running around in a cycle like some kid surely did.


I had to make up for lost time and so I gunned against the head winds ever present at the valley leading to the hill. Grabbed a quick breakfast, Chitranna! At my favorite Sri Hari hotel.


The rice for carbs, the groundnuts for some fat and the spicy chutney to help burn the fat. the deep fried pakoda? Because I can.

Good, but not great weather. No weekend crowd. Just the occasional love birds. For those who do not know, Nandi hills is the favorite spot for men to teach their girls how to ride a motorcycle. Because the roads are secluded and other obvious reasons.

I made a new friend today. I do not know his name. He startled me at first. I think I changed his life when I taught him a few stretches. My birthday challenge isn’t a race. I go up the hill for solitude. I rest when I want. I talk to myself. I even go to sleep on the boundary walls of the roads. As I was napping. I woke up all of a sudden to see a short creature with a bloody stick for walking which can easily be called a log. He’s my friend. He’s a weekly wage construction worker from devahalli who decided to cycle to Nandi today. He got too tired that he parked up his cycle somewhere near the base of the hill and decided to walk up instead. He was scared for his life and the money he had and his mobile and hence was carrying the stick to wade off any miscreants that might pop up.

He was weird. Just lime me. our similarities ended right about there. He offered me to exchange my phone with his because he wanted to use the internet to access facebook. I sat him down and advised him against it. He moved on. I continued my nap. This isn’t what made us friends. It wasn’t even the fact that I, now had a lot lesser water because he needed some too. I met him again at the top of the hill. He had even managed to befriend the same shopkeeper I did. He wanted to  sneak in to the part of the hill that needs an entry ticket. I wanted someone to guard my lockless cycle while I peed and washed up.  It isn’t this either that made us friends. He was given some money by that shopkeeper and put in a bus that would take him to his village.

I finished my birthday ice cream. Caught up some reading, stretched myself and raced down the hill. Oh the downhill is always fun if you know what you are doing. you could even out cars and motorcycles behind you with a measly cycle. thrown your knee out if you know how to and you have excellent curves of the roads enhancing your ride. I have about 39 kms to get home. I stop to chug some water and get some rest. And there he is again. He got off the bus early, used the loaned money to get some food, picked up his Atlas Goldline cycle and had pedaled to catch me after having left from the top of the hill a good 30 mins or so before I did.

Well I had to share water with him, again. And this time I forced him to drink some. The man obviously has no clue what dehydration is. I gave him the bottle without salt in it. He began cursing and complaining about our current state of affairs, about why would anyone want to pedal. He asked me why I did it. I merely told him that I did it 2 years ago and I almost died. I wanted to do it every year to remind me that this is one less thing that could kill me. I tried getting a little philosophical with him. He was so purpose bound that he outright rejected my ideology and said, you can suffer on your own. I am leaving. He taught me something here. It is simple for humans to be born and then to do what he is told to do to survive and that is about it. That instant right there is when he became a person of importance to me, like everybody else ought to be. His possession of a point of view bought him my respect from more that being the person who was just annoyingly present at every point.

I am a huge fan of simplicity. But I could not accept his ideology. Human beings deserved thrill, satisfaction of the soul,  and every other hippie cliche. I did not argue with him instead I taught him how to stretch his muscles. We stretched together at an abandoned bus stand. It was like watching yoga on TV. I suggested that he does these later today and even into tomorrow to relieve soreness. This is where we became friends.

I know of a public tap on our way that promises cold water for drinking only. It is a sin to wash your vehicle with this water. There is a sign to tell you this too. So we finished whatever water I had and headed to the tap. We filled up water and chatted some more. We figured out that we would be parting soon.  We said no good byes. We assumed we would ride together. As we met the highway, I found an easy entry on to it and he did not. I went ahead and waited for him to catch up. He never did or probably he was taking too long as I had a loner way to go, or I did not want to say good bye to him. I did not know which one it was. I pedaled away and there was no way he could catch up before he got to his point of deviation.

I reached home in 12:53:00, incusive of wait times, rest times, times where random people stopped me to ask questions and even try and sell me an Iphone 4S, because to them, I look like a person who wants to spend money on shit he does not need.


I pedaled around 100kms today. Scandalized a few villagers with the way I look. Philosophized to a lay man. I think I made a friend our of him. Had my heart pounding like it was going to explode. Fed two random street dogs, one of whom could catch the pieces of bread with his mouth. I’d like to believe that I had something to do with it. Climbed a few elevated highways. Today, I finished my birthday challenge. Today I am 27 years old. Today I vow to be on top of the mountain pass of Khardung La in Leh next year for my birthday challenge.

Disclaimer: If this piece seems too long, non engaging, has too much information or possibly does not have more of the fun stuff that I managed to do today or for below my usual standards. It is only because I can barely keep my eye open. My shoulders and wrists are almost incapable of being in full control and I should be getting drunk and cutting cakes like everyone else should on their birthdays, but I am not. Also, I shall not apologize for the low quality cell phone imagery on this post and neither for not clicking a selfie at the end of the challenge.



Pond Promise

How many of us living in the cities know to swim? I do not mean, freestyle or back stroke or hitting the pool that you had to pay for when you bought into your apartment complex. How many of us will look at an unknown water body and decide to jump in to it? Not wet your feet. But, dive! An accurate answer could only be derived through surveys and statistical analysis. And that is a lot of work. Let me just answer it in short as, not many of us.

I was taught to swim at around the age of 11. I was taught to, I did not really learn to swim though. I was a fat kid and by the time I got to the deep end of the pool, I was exhausted and I never knew how to stay afloat and somebody had to throw a floatation device at me. Obviously, I gave up the desire to swim. I just needed to be kept out of home during the summer and summer was now done.

A few many years later, after having jumped into many shallow reservoirs, lakes and a few rivers, two seas and no ocean yet during my travels, I reached my cousin’s village in Kerala. They have a bloody canal flowing in their back yard.  Imagine my jealousy. The last time I was here, we threw a jackfruit into this canal from a home up river to transport it till my cousin’s house, simply because we were too lazy to carry that prickly, heavy, sap oozing delicacy on either of our backs.  The last time I was here, we also managed to catch one fish from a very suspicious looking pond nearby. The pond was coated in moss and floating plants and moss all over. At night, if you were a little inebriated, you would walk straight into the pond thinking it was a lawn or more accurately, grazing grounds and not know it. I swear!

The last time I was here, I was alone. This time, I have my entire family and the latest addition to my family, my brother in law along with us. My cousin gives me good news that the suspicious pond that has actually managed to kill 8 people over the years has now been cleaned up and is still a favourite hangout among the local boys with swimming added as one more activity. There was no time to waste now. We went straight to the pond, found some boys sharing a surprisingly small amount of beers, ignored them because a city boy is way cooler than anything they’ve got and we went straight to the corner that apparently has a smaller number of slippery rocks.

As I crept in slowly making sure I do not slip and fall on my bum and also trying to see through the green of the water to spot for creatures bigger than the finger sized fish, the water made me lose my sense for quite some time. The first time I immersed my head in to the water and got out, I felt like there was some new data added to my head. A new feeling, one that had been lost for some time now. Something raw, something at home. The humid summer has kept a top layer of the water warm and as soon as you shuffle around a bit, you will get the cooler water from underneath rising up and doing things to your spine that no comfort cushion or recliner could ever do.

We found what could be called the cousin to a water lily and I had to have it. The whole plant. To take it back home to the little fish pond I have. We know the leaves only float on top and the roots actually touch the bottom of the pond. So we took turns to dive down to get the whole plant out by its roots. The pond gets a good 15ft deep here and we only realized that when we followed the root down. We got the plant. We also got the idea of finding out the deepest point of this pond. Only to be reminded by my cousin that 8 people have lost their lives here. Then he made me give him a demonstration of my swimming skills to make sure that I was eligible to embark on this ignoble quest. This is when we rediscovered that I swim like a shark. I need to be on the move and if I’m not, then I end up drowning. In the three days that I was going to be in the pond’s vicinity, my cousin took it upon himself that he will teach me how to ‘hover float swim’ in the water.

He managed to teach it to me on my last evening there at a different back water location. The following morning during my last visit to the pond I experimented it out and was too happy, to say the least. I did something that a 12 year old me, did not do. I did something that I had previously failed to do and did not even know of its absence. I just closed another chapter in my life. Even one of the villagers we had met earlier told me that my swimming had refined from splashing about to gentle adequate strokes. My own father who had grown up near the Arabian Sea and had learnt swimming as a life skill and not a hobby was proud and a little shocked to see that his son could, in fact swim.

All of this had come at a price of sore arms throughout the vacation and careful time management, so we do not spend too much time at the pond and miss out the other sights of the beautiful countryside.

I had managed to swim a good 30% of the length of the killer pond and back to where I started. I made myself a promise that I will come back soon to swim across the entire length of this pond. A pond promise.

You are not ready for your first 10K yet

I always thought there were only two things that nipples were good for, breast feeding and as a pleasure point.

With just around a week for my first 10K and I ran into a problem while training. A problem with nipples. I have this idea of T-shirt destruction. I tend to wear one single t-shirt for working out until it is destroyed. I have loved every single t-shirt of mine and this according to me is a method of honorable discharge to these faithful t-shirts.

T-shirts come in all colors,materials and patterns. If you intend to do long distance running, try not to wear t-shirts that have rubberized prints on them and definitely not if they have cracked and disintegrated over the years. What happens if you do? You end your running on a burning note. Not burning of the fat, burning nipples! It is not a sex position or even an exotic cocktail. Your beloved t-shirt has rubbed and rubbed against those sensitive bastards and ripped the outer skin from them. When you stop running, the salt in the sweat then increases the burning sensation. These micro wounds can also lead to much embarrassing stains of blood and that is not the prettiest of sights.

The methods to prevent nipple chafing are many. Experiment with different materials of t-shirts that do not hurt your skin. If you still decide that you want to wear a particular t-shirt that has a sentimental value or has a message that you want to spread printed on it, or the sponsors of the marathon just decided to give you a t-shirt on the race day and you are not sure if it will chafe your nipples or not.

You could wear a bra. Or a tighter vest underneath that will not float around and jump around to grind against your nipples. I just do not feel comfortable enough doing this, so I moved onto other methods.

I tried applying petroleum jelly on them. This will work for shorter distances. In the long run, the sweat will just wash it away and leave your nipples vulnerable.

I upgraded to wearing band aids. Wash proof and simple ones. These can get tricky. You know because of all the hair around. If you are from the ape-man clan that does not believe in shaving like me. Be careful when you stick them on. Round band aids will tend to fall off faster than long rectangular ones as they have smaller adhesive surface. Rectangular ones will definitely hit your chest hair. Especially the ones with the sensitive roots around the nipple. Slap it on nice and tight on there. You do not want the chafing to occur. Taking the bandage off might seem troublesome, all you need is some soap, water and patience and your nipples will be home free. Band aids too can tend to fall off sometimes.

We bring out the big guns and use heat bandages or perforated plasters. Cut them into small circles and stick them on. They will remain on for longer. Taking them off might be a little problematic. But you can put a few drops of baby oil or moisturizing oil on them and slowly guide them off. Since both these tapes have better adhesive, you need to cut them up  only to fit the required area and never spill onto the hair. Because then, taking it off will become a nightmare very fast.

For the TCS Bangalore 10K on 18th May, 2014. I will be wearing a grey color t-shirt with the word breathe painted on the back of it. I will be wearing adhesive bandage just as a precaution. Most importantly, I will be out there running! Good luck.

*Disclaimer: These methods are trial and error and have worked or not worked for me. If you intend to use any or all of them, you do so at your own risk.*