Do you want all of us shirtless?" Kirsten Varela, the 25-year-old jock behind Elysium Calisthenics Park, in Malad, asks before he joins fellow athlete Rohan Singh on the bars. "Yes, please, if you don't mind, thank you very much," we splutter. Varela, who is recovering from a leg injury (his left ankle is currently being held together with a steel rod and an iron will), does langdi till the bars and hauls himself up to a right angle like it's no biggie. His biceps strain and his abs crunch, as the sun bears down and sweat covers his torso.

"The best part about calisthenics," he says, even though we're looking at it, "is that it's mainly 90 per cent upper body: for pull-ups, muscle-ups, push-ups. So even though I'm injured, I can still continue training." It's safe to say that Varela is hooked to calisthenics. "Once you start, it is difficult to [let go]. Even if we're injured, we don't stop. We are shameless. Sometimes I have to tell the boys [the other members], 'Just go home, man. Your mom will fire me.' They are here for three to four hours." Varela has turned his backyard into a no-frills calisthenics park and christened it Elysium, a place of perfect happiness. Now, who can be blamed for being hooked to happiness?