I JUST CAN’T DIET SAALA!!!!

Last week being alone at home, made me want to diet...so soups and toast was what I decided to eat for dinner everyday…but hotdogs, pizzas, subways (ohh my absolute favourite), wada pavs and loads of more junk and sweets was what I ended up eating!!!!...oh no..even writing about it makes me feel soo guilty…
But then I love food and I love to eat….its my favourite de-stressor….and I think maybe this is the only time I may be able to eat what I want…so make the most of it…very different from what some think about control now…so that you can always eat what you want. But when it comes to food I think I believe more in the present that the future ;-).
The only time I have really managed to diet and exercise – both at the same time was maybe six years back…..but then the motivation was completely different…I wonder if health even had an iota of a role!!!!!!
But please…anyone out there who can teach me control when it comes to food…I sure want to learn!!!!!!!

AM I OLD OR JUST BORED???

My standard of living was much better when I was living with my parents!! So when I think back about 6 years when I wasn’t working – I used to be so excited about shopping, eating out, buying new books, going for movies, planning picnics- especially the cycling adventures…there would be a whole lot of research that would go into it. For every new T-shirt bought there used to be 5 shops visited, for every book bought, there would be reviews read from magazines, from friends, newspapers. So am I here talking about the value or money or is it rather time??
Well to get it in the right perspective, maybe the value for money was also much higher...but then there also was time to do so many things.
Once work started maybe the shopping increased, but do I really take those pains to mix and match things and get the pleasure of a combination well made? Of course there are those “ Dress like you are going to appear on the cover page of Times” Days…but very very far and few. Most of the days are like “who’s really going to give a damn to what I wear”? A meal out, being more out of convenience doesn’t give as much pleasure as pestering your parents to take you out for a week and finally them agreeing. So am I getting OLD??? But being old doesn’t stop you from enjoying life does it?? Or maybe am so bored that everything seems dull and uninteresting…
So by that logic maybe my standard of living may have been the same, but my standards were much higher…where nothing but the best under the circumstances would do for me. Now even “OK” does for me…maybe coz I think that there will be more time and better things ahead….Boring me!!!!

My „Sting“ Experience....

It sure was a „Sting“ experience in more ways than one…

My first trip to Chandigarh….how I had hoped that it was while returning from a visit to the Golden Temple in Amritsar!

Chandigarh was at its gloomiest best. The skies had opened up in all the fury, one of the worst showers I have seen this season considering I live in Mumbai. All in all the tone was set for a perfectly depressing day ahead.

I was there to scrutinize a charge of alleged integrity lapse on a colleague. Gloomy- starts with the colleague being one of the top performers in the organization, alongwith being someone you’ve had loads fun experiences with. The agony continued since almost everyone around was a suspect – I think we got into a mode of “Guilty till proven innocent” – which tends to happen in a situation like this.

Anyway the probe involved moving around in the quaint markets of Chandigarh. What a relief it was to walk without ten others bumping into you at all times…well I better not get stated on that bit…else the rambling continues…

Here comes Sting – part one – video recording the witnesses surreptitiously. Sting part two – was being traced by the accused in the city and moving around almost undercover.

The next leg of the journey involved a trip to Ludhiana – a three hour drive from Chandigarh to carry out similar activities. The best part of the entire trip or so I consoled myself was the amazing butter chicken and butter nan we ate. Most amazing butter chicken I have ever eaten. Thank God for small mercies, I say.

The adventure didn’t end here. A ride back to the Chandigarh hotel room and furtively listening to some phone calls to ensure a cover up of the misconduct was Sting part 3.

Anyway met some very interesting people and really wondered at the end of it, how earnest and convincing people can sound to cover up for themselves. I wanted to believe almost everyone I met. I wish we had a bubble that went “ping” above everyone’s head with “true” or “false” written inside it…what I would give for a few thousand “pings” that day.

The accused finally had to resign, not before another emotional session. Here’s the moral…Don’t betray anyone’s trust…it hurts damn bad either way!!!

Eternally Alice!!!!

„Alice in Wonderland“ is how a psychoanalyst once described me. For the months that followed I kept wondering what he really meant by that…”You have this very Alice in Wonderland feel to you” is what he said….was it that I was a little lost in life? Coz Alice to me meant a little lost…was it a little naivety or did he meant I was a dreamer…a little isolated from reality??

Well I chose to believe I was the dreamer – a little cut off, a little sheltered and began to think that to be personally as well as professionally successful, I had to be as matter-of-fact as fact could get. So as much as I tried to curtail my dreams, a compulsive dreamer like me would always dream…hey that’s what I am a compulsive dreamer!!! My life doesn’t seem to move on if I don’t dream!!

Just yesterday, I read a book where the author talks about how his childhood dreams got fulfilled in different ways…but essentially lead to what he always wanted….I thought back…isn’t my life similar...a wonderful and ever supporting family, a caring and encouraging husband ( I would have liked him to be able to serenade as well ;-) …but never mind, a career on similar lines that I had imagined…and even a chance meeting with a childhood hero….and loads of them yet to go!! …and I decided that’s what I’d like to be for the rest of my life…Alice…Eternally…

Keep them coming girl...the dreams I mean...that’s what I tell myself!!!!!!