Getoff ur ass is the name of my adventure travel store in Bangalore. But before it went up on the signboard and began startling quite a few passers-by, it was a rapid fire phrase that I often spat out with varying intensity at various friends who were in varying states of comatose corporatitis.

What surprised me was how many of them actually did getofftheirasses. They grumbled like crazy but they did heave themselves out of their little or big swivel chairs, posted hundreds of yellow post-its all over their computers, packed far too many clothes and got off. They were game when confronted with 12 feet e tuskers, pyrotechnic sunrises, mother-of-all-rapids, frozen piss, sore testicles and long evenings without Rajdeep Sardesai and his ilk!

Did they return transformed from these nature trips, quit their jobs and turn into an outdoor freak like me? No way. Monday to Friday they still swivel in their swivel chairs and they still write more yellow notes than talk but come weekend and long vacations , they start talking strange...carabiners, rafts, kayaks, 4 x 4, what not. And yes, they smile a lot for those two days!

So this one's for all you folks sitting in your swivel chairs whom I have not had the pleasure of meeting as yet and hollering "Getoffurass". Here I go then. Loud and Clear. Did you hear me?!

- SANTOSH