A personal trainer's pay in Nagpur is nothing like the Instagram fitness bros pretend. Some months I train seven clients, some months two. But watching an uncle finally touch his toes after a year — no CTC ever prints that feeling.

Grew up playing gully cricket on Nagpur's broken lanes, tennis ball taped till it was more tape than ball. Now I coach those same kids the same crooked cover drive. IPL's flashy, but nothing beats a Sunday match where the loser buys the chai.

Honest review of every 'lose 10kg in 10 days' powder your cousin is selling: it's a scam wearing a nice label. There's no shortcut, there's just showing up on the days you don't feel like it. Save the money, buy dal and eggs.

The gym saved me, but let me be honest — no amount of deadlift fixes what you won't talk about. I lift heavy and I still call my friend when my chest feels tight for no reason. Muscles aren't armour. Talking is.

Started at 98kg, too ashamed to even enter the gym — hoodie on in full Nagpur summer. Two years later I train others through that exact same fear. Chal, your day one is somebody's goal. Stop waiting for Monday, brother.