The orderly motion of a warm cosmic-breath in a mass of watery chaos supported by a concealed brittle yellow-white structure has fascinating me since months before I learned to walk. I believe that every crawling baby envies the long legs that walk around it with a systematic ease.

If you're an ardent walker like me, you'd probably agree that appalling is the grown-up's disregard for this healthy primitive transportation and medieval pastime, which is now a prescribed exercise. I know a friend who can play a game as extracting as basketball for hours together, but cannot take a stroll for more than a few minutes. Wonder if it is the lack of goal-orientation in walking that puts the new generation off. I say, try walking for half an hour every day and that, by itself, is a goal.

A good walk is a thought-inducing, strength-giving magic. Think about the fictional Phantom (Mr.Walker), the Ghost who Walks and Mohandas 'Walker' Gandhi, who sounds just as fictitious. If you think you're not faster than forest fire and uncomfortable experimenting with truth, think about 'Forrest Gump' whose use of feet was matched by his luck or our politicians who walk door to door only when they run for elections and still manage to win.

I'm tempted to warn you not to take the world's petroleum resources for granted and ask you to prepare yourselves for an impending disaster that would eradicate all machines that move. But, I wouldn't do that. Nor will I lecture on the pleasures of walking.

All I say is 'enjoy the physics of walking'. Yes, the world could learn from the combined effort of the mind, muscles, bones, tendons and tissues. Imagine all these at work every time you walk, though it may be gory. You'll soon start enjoying it. So, this is my request: Allow your hands their fullest length, put your best foot forward and let the other follow.