"Previously published as [book title] by [author name]." "The challenge is not just to "Squat Every Day." But also to keep your sanity intact - working through the day to earn your living; reading and writing and putting up with your boss.""A day. Yet another. Gets over. Everyone has earned their living. Life goes on. Wheels, reaching nowhere, are on the move. I don't know of the world but I have Squat Every Day to turn to. It jolts me. Keeps my sanity intact. Shagged."THE JOURNEY COMMENCESThe weight had felt heavy and bogged me down straining every noise that cluttered the mind. But perhaps this was what I had wanted. Of the two half-day jobs that I was working I had lost one--unfortunately it was the one that paid me most money. The company, even though its owners were good to us, had folded taking with it my three months' salary. With two home loans EMIs, education of two daughters and a monthly house rent along with host of other mounting expenses I had started living on the goodwill of the bank. My "excellent credit worthiness" had stood by me and the bank generously lent me money. Every time I would read on the screen that I was eligible for X amount I would chuckle with joy and as I clicked the tab to credit the money to my account a sense of utter helplessness would pervade me accompanied by a hint of tears in my eyes. "There is nothing more humiliating than poverty."I was no more their classic customer... I had become their legendary customer. And in the meanwhile as I was getting on with life I broke my bone. It happened just like that. Nothing extraordinary had preceded the event. It was absolutely bereft of drama with not even a modicum of story in it. I was climbing up on the kerb on my way to office when my foot slipped. I had only stumbled. Not even fell. My right hand weathered the impact and the forearm cracked. I would often joke with my wife, I still do at times, that if I had fallen in the evening or at night my neighbours, especially her friends