Fiddling with bee hives, stealing mangoes and fighting with friends – boyhood was a playbook of hinterland pranks for Neeraj Chopra. Food was the problem. It had too many calories and too much love. Dollops of fresh cream and choorma, a fat-friendly mix of roti, ghee and sugar, fed by a doting grandmother meant Neeraj stepped into his teens chubby and flabby. The family elders had a simple solution: hit the gym.