Monday, December 5, 2011

Pune Marathon 2011- New milestone

Oct 2009 Mt Tinchenkhang.

I was with a group of 4 other climbers; of which, two had completed full Mumbai marathon. Long distance running was a far-fetched dream. Mangesh (an dear old friend and PTC colleague) thought that I should enroll for full Mumbai Marathon. I had timed 55 min in 10 km category and was toying with the idea of half marathon. Sada was keen on registering for a full marathon.


Mangesh and Sada passed away during an accident on the mountain. The thought of improving my running, stuck in my mind. I could use it as a tribute to my friends.

In Dec 2010, I ran my first half marathon and I timed 2 hrs 35 min. I had absolutely no practice, apart from one 8 km run a week, before the marathon. I had bad blisters on my feet and could barely walk. If I could run a half, I could probably do it again with some training.

I joined the Pune running group and on the first run I missed the turnaround point. I completed 26 km run and broke the ½ marathon barrier. The next run was during rains and I bettered to 2 hrs 19 min. The very next run in Oct 2011 , I timed 2 hrs 17 min, which was my personal best. I felt in shape, less tired. Absolutely no knee pain! (I used to suffer a bad left knee, that I inherited from my days of climbing.)

A good running circle and my mates at PTC, Sujit, Nitin and Umesh was an inspiration. My son Neel started accompanying me and soon he completed his 1/2 marathon with Pune Running.

The Mumbai marathon registrations started and I did not enroll. The thought; why run at a different location, when all I need was a road without traffic. I registered for full Pune marathon in Dec 2011.

I pursued my runs at Pune racecourse. Ensured at least two week end runs of 8 km each. Yet two weeks before 4 dec, I had too much work on my mind and the practice ebbed.

On the last week, I caught a cold infection. A bad throat could worsen my chances on completing the run.

The night before the event, I weighed myself. Neel cooked pasta for me. I could not get a good sleep due to anxiety.

I woke up at 4.30AM. Tried to progress with a digital painting that I was working on.

Brewed some green tea. Then I sniffed few drops of Nasivion to clear off nose congestion. I was ready and was picked up by Nitin’s bro to the venue where the PTC folks were waiting. I had to hurry to the start point as Full marathon was due to be flagged at 7AM sharp.

After registering, I joined a group of Kenyans and Ethiopians. I felt overweight . I met Mr Raghu, I guess he was at least 10 years older. He planned to run barefoot. He was to serve as an inspiration.

After the flag off, I was being pushed aside by a small Afro- lady who was keen on a good start. The run was on. I soon adjusted to my normal pace.

I reached the 10km mark (Blue Diamond) without much effort, timed at 57 minutes.

The water stalls by Pune running group were well spaced and I kept a wet sponge with me to keep myself fresh. I saw Sujit’s better half and kid with a plaque in hand. Go Parag! It was encouraging. I quickly picked up half an orange and it helped me get back to normal self.

At the next stall of Pune running, I continued with another Orange.

I broke into a walk-run-walk mode and reached the half marathon point at 2 hrs 17 mins. Raghu crossed me and waved a hand.


Someone mentioned that I could not continue full marathon as I had missed the time. It seems that the cutoff time is 1.45, which I guess I will never meet.

He also mentioned that I would not get any support from then on. I continued at my own risk unaware of what lay beyond. At 23 Km I started longer walk and short run. At around Bremen square I had the last glass of juice, unaware that I would not get any water after 25 km. Traffic was in full swing. For them the marathon was over.

A Volks wagen stopped by and someone inside cheered. I started my jog again. Another marathoner caught up with me. He was a young lad doing his first marathon. Offered me water. I still had Gatorade in my pouch. I was no match for his speed and he soon vanished. I recalled that I had a walkman which I switched on. Deff Leppard screamed “ACTION”.

The slope to Symbiosis hurt and I was at 32 km well inside the city. The traffic was dense and people kept glancing at my limp. (The left knee has started paining.) I could not jog anymore. It was too painful. A call from Nitin-“Do you want us to pick you?” to which I replied no. I wanted to know my time for full marathon.

I followed the marathon posters to Kothrud Police station- Karishma-Mhatre bridge.

I limped to the tune of the “Orinoco Flow” and soon arrived at Nehru stadium. It was 12.07.

All signs of the marathon were removed. I looked inside and a truck full of banners was being loaded. I realized.. I had just completed the toughest of all marathons.

I could not even qualify for Pune M; but I completed it without support from 25 km to 42km.

A new goal was reached.

Sunday, August 28, 2011

A never ending story

 
After placing the Surround sound Speakers, I had an ugly wire running between the speakers. 
The thought of hiding it behind a large canvas painting started 4 years ago.

The Three men in a boat was not large enough (36”X24”). 
So I visited an art store to order for a 6feet by 2 feet large canvas. 
Which means Two Squares side by side. The canvas arrived on a tempo. Meanwhile, I beefed up my supply of paints, Turpentine and linseed oil.
The first thing that came to mind was the famous Michaelangelo painting from Sistene Chapel.
Male nudism did not fit into my living room. (Or so I thought..)

The next thought was my all time favorite The Swan lake ballet. I clipped few snaps from the DVD, played around in Twisted Brush to fit frames and images.

The first one looked like a Stage backdrop and I was soon bored with it.

The next one was from act 2.. Somehow, it still did not portray my appreciation for the Moscow Ballet. I felt it missed out the evil sorcerer.. and so Introduced him.
 (Uhh ..Ohh.. I lost the sorcerer stage image..)
The painting was getting real bad. I searched on the web for Ballet pics. Found a ballet dancer wearing her shoes. I saw determination on her face. She was a bit old to be a dancer, so I introduced her 'dreams' of free dancing.
For few months, the void on the wall was filled.(Or so I thought!)

Slowly and surely, I started detesting the images in the background though the main character was still appealing. The image of the ballet dancer evaporated and I bought acrylic putty to wipe out the entire image. Lot of disapproval, as, many had liked the ballet dancer, including Ila.

I felt that the room needed something fresh. 
I played around with the idea of another digital painting called "Psychedelic dream". It is is still on my comp. As I tried to paint this on the canvas with results that were far from the digital one.
I also thought (digitally) about the Sun and chariot image. Apollo was weaker than the Hindu Sun god by 3 horse power.

After I get back from work something that would seem pleasant. The canvas took a coat of Acrylic paints this time. A painting lovely to look at, not such a work of skill from my view, as it looked like any other Chinese painting. It surely was well appreciated. But isn’t all easy to digest stuff, easily acclaimed?

The painting was on my wall till a month ago, I got thoroughly bored from the look of it.
There was a Black tape running along the border and I started pulling it off. Ila and the kids were amused. Perhaps they lived with the painting for a longer time than me.

What’s life without a change?

Here is the last one in stages (Last one? Or so I thought 2 hours ago).
The painting has almost 5 paintings underneath. I guess I need to buy a new canvas next time I get bored. J

Stage 1
Stage 2

The second female did not fit.

Yet another weekend to refine the first and give a thought to the "other".

The "other girl" looked too Mongolian and I undertook the task to give her a face lift.


In future it has enough ‘paint’ for thought; for a critic.

Monday, April 11, 2011

A dream-So real!

Someday in 1993....

The ridge of Mt Shivling was less difficult, than I had imagined. There are few tough patches, where I have to struggle and my friends Philip , Paul and John help me ascend the critical pitches.
The high winds chill my bones but the Goretex suit attempts to cocoon me.

The goal to climb the mountain in a day, seems close, as we climb up the Hanging glacier to the summit slope with a gradient of 50 degrees.
Finally, one by one each of us stand on the fairytale summit that has place for only 2 men.


With the ascent over, we focus our energy on a safe descent. My energy sapped during the climb to the summit and I have little left. The snow gets thin and my crampons slip on blue ice. I slip down the ice slope. Paul has a tight belay on me and he arrests the fall. I am out of breath to apologise for the inconvenience. My knees get wobbly and fear rules over me.


We have not fixed any ropes; the other climbers are top niche and I am the weakest link in the chain. Yet, they try to share the burden of getting their Liaison officer safe. We reach the rock ridge and the Camp1 site. Another 3 hours and we are back on the Meru glacier.
It is the biggest achievement of my life. A dream climb which I long to share with my friends.


As I travel in Pune, I ring up Prasad and Morya. No Response! I go to Morya’s apartment and see him in a intense talk with Prasad. I cannot hear them.

I yell!.Guys! Shivling is climbed!
They do not even feel my presence. What is wrong?

Early morning, ~4AM, someday in 1993, I wake up and realize; it is just a dream!
I have not climbed anything at all. I feel dismal.

But it was so real!
I could bet ; I had been on Shivling. Does the dream mean I will climb it sometime soon?
Me climbing with the guys from Meru expedition? I had almost lost touch.
Phil died in a climbing accident almost a year ago, but he was on the dream climb with me.

It is difficult for me to ignore the dream.

I recollected this dream today and tried to reason, if there is a connection of the dream, to what happened on Mt Tinchenkhang? Was I not, as good as, declared dead?
If I indeed had met with an accident, would I try to reach my friends to share my success?

Mangesh died on the mountain after a successful ascent.
He would surely want to share his bit of success.

Is my dream a reality, for him?

It is about time I wrote this down!
Parag
11April, 2011