by Pramod K Chaudhari
ALL the world seemed to be there in the Delhi marathon in October. Some ran for money, some for a cause and some just for fun.
I too, a long-time marathoner (in life), took part in this race. Two months before the event, I spread word among my fellow-marathoners O.P. Raju and Co to join hands (or feet). They agreed pronto.
In order to put our best foot forward, we all started practising in right earnest. Some of us took leave from office.
One week before zero hour, I went to collect the Bib Number, a must for taking part in the event. To my chagrin, I was told that my name had not been registered at all. The reason? I applied late. It was a first come, first served affair. However, I argued and threw my weight around. I was told to wait then by a gracious lady who was looking quite hassled by the long queue of prospective walkers, woggers, joggers, sprinters, marathoners and what have you.
At the end of the day after a long wait, she called a colleague to help me out. That computer-savvy colleague checked the details and found that my name was there and so were other details but address was different and that was why my name had not been registered and in my place someone else had run away with the Bib No. I protested and somehow got the number at last.
On the D-day, I made tracks for the place where marathon was to be run. I found a number of celebrities like Priyanka Chopra, et al. It was a different world. Many had come just for fun-nothing else. I saw a runner on skates, holding a long flute in his hands, skating away to glory. There was a girl running bare-foot.
After having run for a while, I got tired and said “Hey Ram” a couple of times. As I kept saying it, a fellow-marathoner mouthed, “Aapki to lila hi nahin khatm ho rahi” (your ‘Ramlila’ is not ending).
Some others just walked the distance provoking a traffic policeman to say, “Are you running or walking? If you can’t run, take a ‘gaadi’ and relax at home. Why make us block the traffic for you lazybones?”
Irrespective of my failing energy, I ran as the game was worth the candle. There were many who were having the same “veni vidi vici” spirit.
Those who could not make it resolved to do so next year for life itself is a marathon.
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