10 things I want to do after losing weight...

One of those days when I feel pathetic,horrible, unfortunate, wretched and helpless!!! Why is my life so pathetic yaar?? *DQ* (Drama Queen) Why didn't god make me a tall, pretty and SLIM girl?? (Slightly bigger eyes could have done wonders *sniff sniff*) "Oh god why did you make me fat?"
I do not feel so horrible about myself everyday (thank god!!), but its just one of those days where you feel like "WHY????????"
Of course I am trying to lose weight, but today i feel FAT! :(
Anyway cannot afford to sink any further...So I just thought of a to-do list after I get toned down completely

1. Ask one of my best friends to design awesome clothes for me and make me her muse. I want to show the world that I can also be hot!!

2. Dance on the song Sheila Ki Jawani! (And here I don't mean shaadi wala dance). Also dance wearing a saree! :)

3. Eat whatever I want, without feeling even a tinge of guilt. (I so want to have that look on my face that "look baby I can eat whatever I want and still fit into medium size clothes)

4. Wear the famous LBD and look like million bucks.

5. Advice people on how to lose weight :D :D :D (dream world :P)

6. Write a book titled "One Who Indulges... Bulges" :P

7. I so so so want to say  "It takes a hell lot of hard word and dedication, but don't do it for others, do it for yourself, your wellbeing and your health" :D :D (I keep hearing that from so many people that I have lost count)

8. Date HOT men! (Ooops! Is this the right place to mention that?? :P)

As of now its a dream.....but dreams do come true :)

"Hum Honge Kaamyaab, Hum Honge Kaamyaab, Hum Honge Kaamyaab Ek din... Oh ho Mann Mein Hai Vishwaas...Poora hai Vishwaas, Hum Honge Kaamyaab Ek din!

Time for a work-out now...

Cheers! :)

Remembering the Summers....

"Do children really need such long summer breaks?- A question was posed in the newspaper few days back. According to the "experts" longs breaks disrupt the development process and come in way of the learning process. But Its also been seen that these days children end up doing way too much during their vacations, given the plethora of courses and workshops involving swimming, music, art, personality development, computers, sports and the like that seem to cram their calendar. Even the trips taken in the name of holidays seem to be laden with exotic destinations and customized experiences packed into a short period of time. A trip to Europe in ten days, Australia in a week.... and come back fully loaded with overflowing suitcases and digital memories. I am not sure if that's a positive or a negative thing but more than a "break" the holidays today seem to be intensified search for experiences that are not normally encountered in everyday life...

I feel privileged to have experienced a different kind of summer, which was a far cry from the vacations today. For me holidays every year meant one thing and just one thing alone... visiting my grandmom's place. And for almost everyone it was the same. You went back to your 'native place', logging in with the emotional headquarters of your extended family and spent your entire two months with mama, mami, kaka, kaku, maushi cousins and grand parents. The happiest memories of childhood of a whole generation seem to be centered around this annual ritual of homecoming. 

Of course... if i look back i do realize, that there is very little i did.. barring the rationed hedonism of a movie every week and the exuberant forays into street foods... the two long months were spent in doing small things with inordinate pleasure. Idiotic invented games with cousins, pillow fights, midnight snacks, boardgames where everyone felt duty bound to cheat and the raucous attempts at antakshari were all ways we found of rescuing pleasure out of the trivial. Boredom yawned frequently and stretched languidly even more often. Complaints of boredom to parents resulted in the ultimate punishment- being carted to sundry relatives whose claim to any kinship tie was extremely tenuous: he is your first cousin's father-in-law and his brother was our neighbor in Bijapur twenty years ago, seemed to be a good reason enough. The more obscure the relative, the greater the chances of encountering "do you remember who I am' questions which always ended in incoherent mumbles.

When I look back it just amazes me to see how little material was used in creating such rich and satisfying experiences. Scarcity when pooled seemed to transform magically into an abiding sense of plenty. It was like... the pleasure derived from a source grew in inverse proportion to its availability. So, travelling in an overcrowded rickshaw was more fun than just three people travelling in it. Five beds on a terrace accommodated eight, but there was not a single passing thought of any discomfort that i remember. There was no concept of the personal, and virtually no conception of privacy. I still remember the "legendary" blasting session from my parents for locking the door and having a mini gossip session with my cousins! 

Come to think of it, summer was not really a break but a joint. It was a bridge that connected one with his own larger community. One did not travel. One returned. The attempt was not to experience the new and the extraordinary but one that emphatically underlined the power of the old and the ordinary.

With times changing, what we seek from our summer breaks too has changed in a fundamental way. Today we love our work and are very much attached to it and the summer helps us to detach from it temporarily. We tend to "refuel" ourselves with much more materials than we did in the past.

But for those who grew up in different times.... summers were probably the best times of our lives....

Cheers!