Nerve Endings Firing Away

; when you start sporting greenery on your head to avoid looking like a loser.

; when you start running around with a matchstick held above your head and expect applause each time you light the kitchen burner.

; when you attempt to set the WR for the 100m on the treadmill.

; when you, in fact, set it for the 10,000m because you couldn’t reach for the Stop button in time.

; when you start referring to your local league cricket team as the Dream Team and begin losing your games instantly.

; when your birthday bumps are executed in a clean, snatch and jerk motion and banged down with record force.

; when you lobby for hide-n-seek to be included in the Olympics (heck, if trampoline can be, then I see no reason why not)

; when your roommates give you a 9.5, 9.7, 9.75, 9.3, and 4.3 (the French friend) after you skid on the wet kitchen floor.

; when you don’t expect the Ek, Do, Teen song from Tezaab after chants of Mohini! Mohini! Mo! Mo! fill the air.

; when you yawn each morning with a gymnastics dismount pose.

; when you are not surprised why Paul Hamm has a squeaky voice after you see him do the things on the pommel horse.

; when you start betting on the score of the gymnastic routine down to the third decimal.

; . when you practice all the four Olympic strokes in the bathtub and nearly drown.

; . when you actually set the WR for a stroke you invented and there is no one around to take notice.

; when you realize, after a heavy loss of teeth that the bathtub is not the perfect place to practice your acrobatic dives.

; when it has been more than a week since you have seen Bush-Kerry squabble over some stupid issue.

; when you almost “shoot” yourself (and actually win a silver) and stop proclaiming that you are an Indian