Why Marina in Chennai is a fun way to exercise?

What’s the most fun way to exercise?

Marina Beach in Chennai is the world’s second-longest urban beach. It is located along the Bay of Bengal in Tamilnadu, India.

About 15000 to 20000 people visit the beach daily. It marks a prominent landmark in the south of India.

The beach is a star attraction during peak summer, especially in the months of April and May. A fun spot for family and children.

Children run around and splash in shallow water. Horsemen on the shore wait to take visitors around. On a ride and for a ride. They make quick money.

We often visit Marina for fun, as we live close by.

Balloon shooting is a good fun exercise.

The men who run the stall today are second generation shopkeepers. It’s a legacy that comes with a hundred balloons and three old well-oiled air rifle guns.

Many such stalls now form part of the landscape on the Marina.

Shooting balloons has become a popular fun exercise, especially after Gagan Narang of India won a bronze at the London Olympics in 2012.

Narang won the prize for the air-rifle event. His father said he saw the spark in his son first when he was just two. Narang, as we heard, ran around in Marina and burst balloons.

The stalls give you rifles ready and loaded. People just pay and shoot. Pay ₹200 (about $2 for a pack of 10 pellets) upfront and grab a gun. Keep firing, bang… bang!

You won’t get many shots right though. And the bonus is you get three free shots when you hit the balloon the shopkeeper points at.

There’s no stopping the fun exercise. It’s so addictive that people stay up late to break records.

But, all stories have got twists.

Some boys come real sharp. They come in a gang and start bursting balloons at the word ‘go’. They splash money.

The shopkeepers always see a profit. They make about ₹1000 ($10) a day. It’s a lot of money for them.

They would ask the boys to go Gung ho. And the boys make merry.

But the stalls have something up their sleeves, always. How to cut costs?

In the buzz of activities, the shopkeepers don’t load pellets when handing the rifle to people.

Boys won’t know they were just firing blank shots. The rifles go bang, bang, but the balloons just stay.

Isn’t that a lot of fun?

Reasons why balloon shooting in Marina must rank as the best fun exercise.

Come and join us. Let’s go give a shot at one of the stalls in Marina.

Anyone?

Movies, I would sit and watch forever.

What movies or TV series have you watched more than 5 times?

Madagascar – Escape to Africa, Home Alone, Pink Panther, Speed and Rush Hour.

The box that raised me up.

What experiences in life helped you grow the most?

There are plenty I can list out, but I owe it largely to the family I was born in.

My dad, mom, two brothers and a sister gave me a lot to learn. With our relatives living close by, we were a huge home-study.

(My brother-in-law, sisters-in-law and kids soon joined us in our studies and made our home almost a home-run university now).

We never missed an occasion to meet up. From celebrating the birth of babies to attending weddings, we were an entertainment ourselves. We traveled a lot to have a laugh.

I have got a lot of friends. We studied and played a lot of time together. Cricket was our favorite game.

My dad was an engineer and I have always looked to him for guidance. He never failed us.

He taught us good values and helped me get a good education in India. I am so proud.

Carrying a cuppa in hand and reading news so early in the morning was how we started the day in the 80s.

The Hindu was our family newspaper. With the Oxford English Dictionary in one hand and the newspaper in the other, our breakfast couldn’t have been any richer, each day of the week.

Dad surprised us one day by bringing home a television. It was a B&W TV.

We were just left wondering, as there were not too many television shows, let alone television stations. I listened to the cricket commentary only on the radio when India won the World Cup, in 1983.

The box therefore remained mostly shut at home. So sad.

On the advice of colleagues in my dad’s office, we put up a tall Burj-Khalifa-dipole antenna (about 18ft tall) on the terrace of our home.

All that for a one-hour weekly show called ‘Road to Wembley’, beamed from Sri Lanka. We lived closer to Sri Lanka than India when it came to watching shows on TV.

The show was a Friday special, capsuling the English Premier League football matches. It was a rage those days.

If the weather permitting, we (people in the South) were able to watch the show thanks to the tall new aluminum Burj-Khalifa on the terrace.

Evenings on Fridays soon became a ritual. We took showers, wore new clothes, visited places of worship, canceled the day’s appointments (if any) and got ready just in time for the transmission from Sri Lanka to start.

Half our family were sent up to the terrace to stand guard, roll the antenna, fine tune and try tapping whatever signal was available in the transmission, just in case.

Pat, came the reply soon when Delhi Doordarshan set up a station closer to our homes and started transmitting a one-hour UGC (University Grants Commission) educational program on TV. Seven days a week.

But the show sadly ran to an empty audience. Nothing was as captivating as ‘Road to Wembley’, by Rupavahini.

Came the 90s, the landscape in the sky changed, forever. Star TV opened up shops in India and that revolutionized watching television in Indian homes. Good god!

I’m becoming a student of mass communication, choosing a career later on as a television journalist and now a consultant in the media was largely because of my dad and the box he bought in the 80s.

Call it the idiot-box (sorry for the language), but it gave me a career for a living.

As the person I’m today, I owe a lot to my dad. And as a journalist I’ve become, I owe a lot to the box I grew up with.

Now, I miss them both.