10K by Four - The plan

The Plan

I wanted to run Hyderabad 10K marathon. Now that's a daunting task for a completely fit body let alone a pampered body with five minds. There is no way I could do this alone i thought to myself (others were busy playing a game of foosball). That evening, I broke the news to Munna. His reply in exact words 'What's the point of marathon anyways. A group of fully functional and sane people start from a place, run, walk, permutate these and arrive at another place, which of course senselessly is the starting point mostly, that to in a complete filthy mess. I could do more than just dismantle our body spending that much energy'. Point. But wait a minute, first of all, he is the reason why we weight about 78kg. More than me, he should be the one who is eager to wash the sinful calories accumulated in nooks and corner of the body. He is the one who pops up and take control when we are encountered with anything that is remotely connected to food. So it took me just a few stabs at his guilt to make him come in line. Progress.

We both agreed on one point. Ryan and Nishanth should not get a sniff of this. Ryan is notorious for taking control on the wrong times having hell a lot of fun with it. We didn't tell Nishanth because the last thing we want is running throughout the marathan. He will make us do just that. Being a perfectionist he would drive the whole run and make sure that he sees us through it. He is just a man of words and its generally the rest of us who need to do the work. Also, what happens latter is of no concern to this gentleman. Vicky of course is required for the disaster recovery (DR). I suspect he was born to tackle the mess created by the rest of us. Being a saner and intelligent being he spends most of time in the cerebellum, reading books. He has a library with 250 odd books i guess. Me and Munna (M) knocked at his door. Cerebellum being transparent, Vicky gave us a look as if we were ants in his breakfast. We promised him a new book later the week. Is amazing how easily the geeks get convinced. Promise them anything that a normal person would not like  to be associated with. They are your slaves.

Having fixed our focus on the marathon, me and M were planning to handle R and N. Our plan was simple, have a pact with R, which basically is letting him have the control in the evening after the marathon if he behaves well. Dealing with N is like tackling your head master. There is no place for pacts. Thats when, Ryan came up with a bright idea. In the morning we were to lock up N in the medulla. Basically in Multiple personality terms, locking up the toilet. We went to sleep with the plans laid out. I guess after we slept, Vicky was reading some books. We didn't bother because we had lots of running to do at the marathon tomorrow.

Oops, I missed the prologue. Here it goes,

I have been sharing my mind with four others. Yes the Multiple personality (I would not call it a disorder.). Well, its not a secret if you have met me. This is the log of the trouble these guys are giving me. I have taken the liberty to pull the legs of my friends and beloveds. Treat is as a work of fiction :) [Its really cool to put these words]

Ps. I suspect a fifth one exists but I (we) have not met him yet (He doesn't socialize much). Also, the sudden disappearance of all the people we hate makes the matters worse.