Obesity!
It has been the oldest predator. A disease as people may say has been successfully destroying people physically and more so psychologically. The tentacles of this horrible ailment has grown and over-grown and has reached every age group of human life. The most vulnerable however have been the adolescent, and the impact it bears on these growing minds has been enormous. I have been one of the less-damaged victims; I might as well say a survivor. The frequent taunts from fellow-mates (who are not wax models themselves or epitome of a perfect physique), the nightmares of prom nights and other glamour events, the fact that you cant get a date (who am I kidding? this has never been a problem in India), I have-as far as I can remember-lived with the XL extension. The livin’ together relation can now be termed as marriage, as per the new ordinance. It is as if I am married to obesity for life, (after all, it is a part of my identity today) no divorce available, whatsoever.
Despite the blubber, the heavily loaded adipose, I have always been healthy, to be more specific a fit human being. **touch wood** so what are we really looking for here? Fitness or an anorexic figure? Who set the yardstick for a perfect body? I read about the anorexic models being fired from their profession, the news spurred scents of happiness in me. I chuckled to myself secretly. After all, someone was enlightened. However, when will we learn that beauty could wither with age? What lasts until eternity is, maybe love and faith! I am not just a complainer, I have tried everything under the sun, from walks to runs to feeding on air, and nothing has really worked. Nor will it, if you inherited a couple of disgraceful genes from your progenitors.
Burning up the lipid deposits is beyond me. However, I have mastered the art of dodging the taunts by humoring my deficiencies. ‘Laugh with the world before the world laughs at you’. In all the despair, there emanates a ray of hope that, someday men will value more than mere beauty. The world will actually realize the significance of every individual. Declarations of every individual being special, will whole-heartedly be accepted. Obese people will no longer be teased and tormented, psychologically. After all, somebody rightly said ‘bones are for dogs men like meat’.
Saturday, January 26, 2008
Monday, January 14, 2008
SHEer FUN :)
Exams have receded. The feeling of ecstasy is inexplicable. Even the coldest of the winds, feel warm n lovely. Any further digging into the past, further talk about exams could kick alive the sleeping devil. So, let us let him rest in peace.
Holidays! That period of one’s life, when he owns each second of his day. No schedules to stick to, no timetables, no getting up early, it is independence from HIS HIGHNESS KING DISCIPLINE. However, the souvenir for exams, the monsieur results, will soon arrive to destroy every minute of my happiness. Anyway, I don’t believe in a tomorrow, so lets lead ‘today’ to an immortal haven.
The Y-chromosomes have flooded the earth. Holy mother! Is it some kind of fault or has the semen become the world’s most prejudiced colloidal solution? The male population seems to be rising like the evening tides on a beach. My feministic alter, was growing out of control n before she took possession n grew mightier, I pulled myself on a holiday trip to WONDER LA. It was a freezing Friday morning; however, I chose to put on a sleeveless t-shirt. It gives me insane pleasure to wage solitary wars against nature.
We stepped into a monstrous metal box with wheels n a rough, loud scream, which people in our city refer to as the BMTC bus. The driver’s patience received a thumbs-up from my side, as he carefully maneuvered the monster through the packed roads.
After an endless travel, we finally arrived at the place of excitement n adventure.
The first glimpse swept my feministic alter ego, off her feet. She could not contain the excitement of seeing such an influx in the female population. There were over 7 all girls’ schools who wanted to experience the excitement along with us. However, the romantic alter ego yelled out a deep sigh of discontentment n rage.
Buying the entry passes was never a problem, because, most of our comrades had already booked their tickets. The counters were free n welcoming. It was not my first time here; however, it was the best time. Sensing the weather to be still cold n the fact that all the little lilies hopped into the water, we decided to go with the drier rides. There is something intriguing about WONDER LA, it activates every lazy muscle of your body and the scenario nourishes your guts to obese. Often I thought, it was an obligation to flaunt the fake adventurous attitude, to cope with peers. Nevertheless, here faking becomes an obsolete act.
Tracing 360 degrees in the wind, somersaults by those gigantic machinery, a true work of adventure-loving, skilled engineers, I thought. For the first time ever, I had a reason to appreciate engineers. That does not destroy my strong hatred towards VTU or Mrs. Hooligan and their torture. Water rides followed, by the end of which, I could feel the rats pacing up and down my stomach.
The sun sank into the horizon, the darkness enthralled and the day ended beautifully. Amidst all the excitement, fun and frolic, shruthi realized she was more than 50 kg and I realized I would never be able to survive without these people. A bunch of mavericks but diversity of thought has brought us all together.
On my way back home, however I could associate each one of us to one of the rides.
Shruthi, krithi and arpitha however would top on INSANITY. They are crazy crazier and the craziest.
Vasudha, manisha and archana are maverick, independent minded and successful.
Deepika and anusha are splashes of joy n smiles, they would be water splash.
Well, I could call myself the pendulum, mostly positioned at the extremes.
Holidays! That period of one’s life, when he owns each second of his day. No schedules to stick to, no timetables, no getting up early, it is independence from HIS HIGHNESS KING DISCIPLINE. However, the souvenir for exams, the monsieur results, will soon arrive to destroy every minute of my happiness. Anyway, I don’t believe in a tomorrow, so lets lead ‘today’ to an immortal haven.
The Y-chromosomes have flooded the earth. Holy mother! Is it some kind of fault or has the semen become the world’s most prejudiced colloidal solution? The male population seems to be rising like the evening tides on a beach. My feministic alter, was growing out of control n before she took possession n grew mightier, I pulled myself on a holiday trip to WONDER LA. It was a freezing Friday morning; however, I chose to put on a sleeveless t-shirt. It gives me insane pleasure to wage solitary wars against nature.
We stepped into a monstrous metal box with wheels n a rough, loud scream, which people in our city refer to as the BMTC bus. The driver’s patience received a thumbs-up from my side, as he carefully maneuvered the monster through the packed roads.
After an endless travel, we finally arrived at the place of excitement n adventure.
The first glimpse swept my feministic alter ego, off her feet. She could not contain the excitement of seeing such an influx in the female population. There were over 7 all girls’ schools who wanted to experience the excitement along with us. However, the romantic alter ego yelled out a deep sigh of discontentment n rage.
Buying the entry passes was never a problem, because, most of our comrades had already booked their tickets. The counters were free n welcoming. It was not my first time here; however, it was the best time. Sensing the weather to be still cold n the fact that all the little lilies hopped into the water, we decided to go with the drier rides. There is something intriguing about WONDER LA, it activates every lazy muscle of your body and the scenario nourishes your guts to obese. Often I thought, it was an obligation to flaunt the fake adventurous attitude, to cope with peers. Nevertheless, here faking becomes an obsolete act.
Tracing 360 degrees in the wind, somersaults by those gigantic machinery, a true work of adventure-loving, skilled engineers, I thought. For the first time ever, I had a reason to appreciate engineers. That does not destroy my strong hatred towards VTU or Mrs. Hooligan and their torture. Water rides followed, by the end of which, I could feel the rats pacing up and down my stomach.
The sun sank into the horizon, the darkness enthralled and the day ended beautifully. Amidst all the excitement, fun and frolic, shruthi realized she was more than 50 kg and I realized I would never be able to survive without these people. A bunch of mavericks but diversity of thought has brought us all together.
On my way back home, however I could associate each one of us to one of the rides.
Shruthi, krithi and arpitha however would top on INSANITY. They are crazy crazier and the craziest.
Vasudha, manisha and archana are maverick, independent minded and successful.
Deepika and anusha are splashes of joy n smiles, they would be water splash.
Well, I could call myself the pendulum, mostly positioned at the extremes.
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