Of food and all that's YUM

So here's the thing... not ALL people who eat less are skinny, and not all who are plump eat like a giant. Our body has a pre-disposition to gaining weight, or for the more fortunate ones, a pre-disposition to lose in a flash. I, for one, belong to the former category, and know quite a many who'd happily sit with me and exchange woes about it.

Having said that  I would confess that food and I have an on-again-off-again relation. There are times when I would exhibit that sheer determination to not get tempted by that creamy Strawberry cheesecake, which seems to look at you with puppy-eyes, saying "I'm yum, eat me". And then again, there are times I'd say "What the heck, I'm gonna eat this". Yes, I do have a sweet tooth and the Desserts section of any buffet is my weakness!

After all, who could possible pass up on a delicious spread of food? As a general practice at a buffet, I enjoy the starters, skip the main-course and then make a bee-line for the Desserts. Looking at all those pretty looking things - quiches, tarts, cheesecakes, souffles - my heart melts. I feel a conscious NEED to taste each one of them! And I stave of the temporary guilt by telling myself, "You don't eat all this everyday, so it's ok!". Agreed, I would spend the next few days "compensating" by swallowing sprout-salad or a bowl of fruits for lunch and skip the "yum" factor, but then... that's my way of making my head AND tummy happy!

I believe that depriving oneself of such small delights will NOT help. What you lose by deprivation, you will gain by an unprompted-reckless-binge. That's your "food for thought".

I'll tell you what prompted this post.
A look at the Dine-out section in Times City. The food industry sure knows how to beckon to foodies!
The weekend's here and I know where I'm headed. Do you? :-)

Happy eating!

The Ear-phones-Club

As I was returning home from work, in my office-bus, with ear-phones plugged in, mild-head-banging to music, I see an image outside my window. A person - no, not just "A" person, but almost all people, in another corporate-bus, mirroring what I was doing. Ear-phones plugged, hooked to their phone screens, with swishy-finger-movements on their swanky touch-phones.

Gone are the days when these bus-rides would be a time for people to catch up with the familiar faces they see every day while commuting to and from work. Now, all one can here is the hum of the engine and occasionally, the screeching brakes. Are we using ear-phones (and the music too) as a tool to shut out the traffic sounds? Or to shut out other people who MAY make an effort to initiate a conversation with us?

I recollect that a few years back, I did not belong to this "ear-phones-club". I would be found enjoying the sights that my bus-ride took me through - vendors pushing their carts laden with fruits, weaving their way in and out of the traffic, men getting back home to their families, maybe with a bag of hot jalebis for their kids,  or if I knew the person sitting next to me, we would strike up a conversation about the most random things and at the end of the ride, hop off from the bus in a jovial mood that comes only from having had a good conversation.

Times have changed. We are becoming more and more withdrawn, weaving ourselves into a cocoon that has place for just one person - 'ME'.

I'm not saying all of us do this. I am not saying if we do this, we should stop it right away, or even that it is wrong.

All I am asking is...what did we do when our phones were a mere means of communication without FM Radio and MP3 players?

Just a thought :)

A Tuesday Tale

A Tuesday morning, and I sit at my desk, with a steaming cup of green tea (yeah I joined the gang sometime back!), listening to music on my iPod and staring at my screen. My fingers itch - they want to tell a tale; my mind is confused, it doesn't know what to speak of; and my mouth, curves into a smile... and a chuckle - I am ALWAYS (well... almost always) blank at the beginning of this page. But in a few minutes, there will be stories from the back of my mind that will be spilt out, just as always. Words come pouring out, trying to describe what I feel, or what I have been subconsciously trying to suppress... into the dark labyrinths of my mind.

It's strange how we always forget the value of what we already have. Just like a shoe. Until you have it, everytime you walk past that store and see it in the window, you know you ABSOLUTELY have to have it. A few mental arguments and crisp notes later, you carry those brand new shoes home, slip them on, dance around your living room in them, and admire them, ever-so-fondly. You can't wait for the first outing to flaunt them.

And there's finally that night... you  go dancing with the girls, and feel all sexy in your new shoes... have all the fun in the world because you feel so special. And hence ends the day (night...!).. And maybe two or three more such times.

And that's it. That's how long the joy lasted. Because now the shoe, has transformed from being the apple of your eye to "just-another-thing-you-have". Your desire has shifted to another thing in the window of another shop.

Just this way, are your achievements or other intangible desires. You work like crazy to get hold of them, and then once the moment of pride is over, this is just another trophy gathering dust on your shelf.

Just random ramblings. Food for thought?What is your "gotta-have" that turned into "just-another?  Maybe it's time to wipe off the dust from your trophies, and treasure them once more.

Yes, shoes too!

My Bundle Of Joy

Exactly what he was - my little bundle of joy.
He spread sunshine into my life, as well as that of my family, from the day he rode into our garden on a motor-bike, sitting in the tiny shirt pocket of the biker that carried him to us.
That brown, wide-eyed, unassuming little puppy, who later went on to become the Sun of our solar system.
My Bonny managed to win the hearts of all in my family, and those who visited us. He was the kid brother I never had, and the star of our family. And just like every star, he had his tantrums too. Bread "must" be coated with butter; milk should be neither hot nor cold, but just-right for him to lap it up at a speed only second to the speed of light;he would "fetch" but only when he was in the mood to!
I still remember how he used to sit under my study table and chew on the wooden rod to soothe his itchy gums during teething. The rod soon snapped into two!
Over 10 long years, he became such an integral member of our family. He travelled with us by Air India when Dad relocated to another city, sitting in his cage at the airport, soaking in all the attention from the other passengers. He also accompanied us on family trips to Kerala, and also enjoyed a leisurely vacation at a resort in Wayanad. There are pictures of him ,where he is seemingly absorbing the greenery around him!
Time flew, and we did not even realize that this 'baby' was growing old. He had become a member who silently sat, with his eyes on each one of us, listening, understanding, with the intermittent wagging of his tail to prove his attention.
And suddenly, he left us. In a matter of seconds. Cardiac seizure they say. And now, he is buried in our garden, hopefully resting in peace. With him, he has taken a piece of everyone's heart in my family - leaving a strong imprint on our hearts and lives.
They say just this side of Heaven is a place called Rainbow Bridge where animals go after they pass away. It is here that the old/sick are restored to full health, maimed ones are made strong again - just as we remember them in times gone by. There are meadows and hills for them to play in, and plenty of food and water - everything except those people who are so special to them.
Finally one day, they spot you, and suddenly your pet runs towards you. You two cling together in joyous reunion, and you look once more into those trusting eyes of your pet, so long gone from your life but never absent from your heart.

And then you cross the Rainbow Bridge together.

So long Bonny. Run and play at the Rainbow Bridge, sweety.Till we unite again.

A New Step

Tomorrow is going to be a big day for me. My 'first' step into the BIG Corporate World. My first day at my first job ever. Whoosh! sounds BIG! (Okay shshhh, it does, to me!)

I'm a bundle of emotions right now; nervous, about what it would be like; apprehensive, for all the 'what ifs'; anxious, for what's in store; excited, for all the new things that are on their way; oh and loads more.

Talking of first steps, I wish I could remember what it was to be a toddler, taking my first steps with those chubby little legs, swaying and falling, and picking myself up again only to repeat the entire process hundreds of times, tirelessly.

I think that's how I should go tomorrow. With a smile, a zest for what I am to do, and without any preconceived notions. Not trying to customize myself to suit people, yet not being a rigid, heartless stone; not parting with my idiosyncrasies, yet being willing to learn more and grow and change as a person.

The aim is to become a better person, a strong 'professional' and most importantly, happy with what I do.

Cheers to that!

Hundreds and Thousands

Just that... hundreds and thousands... So many people in the world. Each, a different color. And how they all mingle to make this world the place it is. And out of those hundreds and thousands, some forces of Nature conspire together, to make us meet the ones we do in our life.

Take friends for instance. The greatest sweeteners in human life. As a child, I have been moving, from one city to another. In the process, I have lost a lot of friends, primarily because there was no Facebook back then, where you add people you have just met for five minutes or less. And then I grew up. Suddenly, just "staying in the same colony" wasn't a fit-enough criterion to make friends. I had "a mind of my own", something that people develop in their teenage years (can safely call it that, now that I am well beyond that phase!). And so, my friends would be people who the "mind-of-my-own" would like. Needless to say, the numbers saw a marked decrease (Quality v/s Quantity would be a sad one to debate on!). The ones that made-it-to-the-list were carefully chosen, the ones I cherished the most, the ones who understood me and still loved me no matter what flaws I had. Opened my heart out to some, shut out all others- fearing hurt and a lot of other things that I didn't have to worry about as a kid.
And then all hell broke loose! Differences, dissimilarities, and the madness that followed!


What was I thinking when I opened up to the Chosen-Ones? That life is static? People shall never change? Situations wouldn't get the better of us? Which world was I in?

Life is NOT static. As most people realize early. (I do not happen to be in THAT list!) Things change. People change. Some stay, others leave, and yet others walk in and out, off and on. It's one of those things that is going to happen repeatedly. And today, as a new realization dawns on me, I wonder, does "Forever" mean anything? Best Friends Forever? Really?

Making and losing friends is a long, really long learning process. It sucks to learn it, but we are hardly offered a choice. And I still feel unready to learn and assimilate most of the lessons that are being taught.


Couldn't help wishing, that out of the hundreds and thousands that we meet, the important ones would just stay... stay the same, stay together. That is a pretty picture. Just like how these hundreds-and-thousands look. Different, yet together.

Wanderings of an idle mind

I had a great billion thoughts running through my relatively small head today, and it's again one of those times, where nothing might be wrong, but then I go and spoil it all! All, by being possessed by my thoughts.

Today I asked myself, what have you achieved? No, I'm not 80 years old, yet, the nagging thought of how I could have done so much with my life in the past few years, and I chose to let it slip away. I'm told it is human. Human to have something and want something completely different. That fire of ambition, which dissolves into nothingness when something else gets prioritized over the "current want".

It sounds like the feeling most people have at say, 30. When you look back and say "Gosh, I'm thirty. My life is finished." Call it premature mid-life-crisis, if you may!

When I was 18, I had a Bucket List of sorts, on which I wanted to check everything before I turned 30. A list compiled with great care of a teen having great grown up dreams. Now I have 8 years to go and with time, I've found that most things on my Bucket List are either ticked as "what-were-you-thinking" or "not-gonna-happen-ever". You'd say, create a new list then. And then I'd say "No but this is what I had planned and I have to make it happen somehow!!!"
Surely there must be some way? Some way that I can be both the 18year old and the 30year old. Where I can be a grown-up with big things to achieve, and still enjoy my pink cotton candy.
Ah, there it is - the cause of all evil - the mixed feeling of being (expected to) grow up and still be a little girl.
I do not recall having so much trouble transitioning into my teenage!

Still swinging between vagueness and complete consciousness.
Time it is then. To wait and see if my Bucket List does happen.

C'est la vie :)