These are just some fun pictures of Aerobics class nothing to do with Leotards
The last three years have seen me exercising with a vengence : yoga, swimming calisthenics, aerobics, gym workouts--- you name it, I have done it. By now you would think I had a Karishma Kapoor figure. But alas, I am nowhere near it. I am still aerobically chasing the ever elusive hour glass figure.
All these years I had been exercising wearing jogging pants or ordinary tights and baggy shirts. I wasn't burning any fat dressed in such mundane outfits. A change in strategy may do the trick, I thought. I would now workout in leotards--just like those beautiful bodies you see on the TV fitness shows.
With renewed hope and enthusiasm, I set out to shop for leotards. I let loose my imagnation, picturing myself in the most becoming leotards-- flowered tights, dark body huggers , sedate pastels etc. Soon, I felt, I could stand up to a Karishma or a Mamta Kulkarni. ( these were the famous heroines of that time)
I entered a big department store and asked to be shown some leotards. To my surprise the salesgirl led me to the toys section. When I told her I wanted to see leotards , she looked at me strangely and affirmed that there were plenty of Leo Toys to be found--I could take my pick . Either my pronounciation was bad , or her hearing was poor (or both), when I patiently repeated my request, she blinked in utter confusion.
Finally I explained I wanted an exercise dress which was called leotards. Visibly relieved, the poor girl confessed to having only jogging suits. In my next outing, having bought a pair of sports shoes, I went across to a sports shop to buy a pair of cotton socks, seeing a variety of sports dresses on display, I couldn't resist the temptation to ask the salesman for leotards (silently praying that he should understand me).
One look at his face told me my prayers had gone unanswered. He went, "He, he,he!" and in heavy, Malayalee- accented Kannada he proceeded to give me directions to the nearest Leo Toys shop. To add insult to injury my husband chose this time to educate me on pronounciation.
You see, he is considered a sort of authority on pronounciation in our family --- when boys of his age were reading Biggles for fun , he was busy memorising Webster's page after page . But I was wary, knowing too well his passion for pulling one's leg.
He said I might have better success if I pronounced correctly, viz. le-tards, the "o" being silent. Right then and there, I wanted to roll the new pair of socks into an "O" and silence him forever.
A few days later, as I was window shopping, I came across a big, exclusive Leo Toys shop with eager looking salespeople peering out. Feeling a little reckless, I thought I might have some fun for a change, stepping in and asking for leotards.
Imagine my surprise when the manager pulled out stacks and stacks of leotards in a variety of colours and prints! "Ma'am", he confided in me, "all leotards seekers in Bangalore eventually end up at my store.