When loss is gain and gain is loss…

Once upon a time due to certain turn of events I had ended up in a certain city which shall remain unnamed in this post. More than the city itself due to certain other inexplicable factors I had sunk into depression and had enveloped myself in a wave of negativity that spread out like menacing tentacles trying to entangle whoever had tried to come in close proximity to me…

Repercussions? Too many…way too many…

For today I shall take up just one.

I had started overeating.

I am very specific about food. ( used to be would be more apt…now you can take out the “very”) My food spectrum includes a chosen few dishes and if I don’t get them I would rather starve to death. Well...easy to say…not really a viable proposition.

So when I did not find the food of a certain place palatable I started filling up on cheese rolls, chocolate, chips and cookies…for a month. After a point of time your body starts craving well-cooked meals…and if you are on the verge of losing sanity such pangs do not help much.

It’s a vicious cycle…you eat…you still don’t feel satiated…you eat more trashy food…you feel sadder…it goes on.

Result? I gained 8 Kg.

Ah…stop imagining me as a blob of flab. I used to be severely underweight and had a 10 Kg buffer. So after this significant weight gain when I returned home…every body seemed extremely happy about it…except me.

I was extremely sad to lose the size zero me…and I no longer had 10Kg buffer which meant I could not binge as and when I wanted to. Every well meant comment of “It’s good that you have gained some weight” meant 2 hours of sitting by the window wondering how could I have let it happen. It took me some time (several months actually) to accept the new weight…I still have a old weight ticket tucked away somewhere in the memory of those size zero days.

Why am I talking about something that happened a year ago?

Because I have been pushed out of my comfort zone again…far from there...

Anyway…this time with no weight buffer to cushion the "depression weight" I have made a new decision…to not be depressed.

Easy decision…easier to stick to…easiest on my health (mental and otherwise).

PS: Are you by any chance wondering what my present weight is? It’s 48Kg.

Conquered!!!

Things a man has to do to qualify as your crush:

1. Must be able to give you at least one sleepless night thinking all about him…even if you have some emergency to attend to. (like preparing for an engineering exam scheduled the next day on a subject whose title even is alien to you...)

2. Must be able to make a guest appearance in at least 90% of your dreams.

3. Must be present in all your daydreams.

4. Must be able to switch on the song “Tum aaye to haawao mein ek nasha sa hai…” on the back of your mind when he enters the room. (If he is a celebrity then his entrance would mean entrance into the television screen space with you in the same room as the television is located.)

5. Must be able to make you sit for hours doing nothing…with a stupid complacent smile on your face and a whistle blowing blush on your cheeks.

6. Must be able to make you interested in Honolulu if that is where he hails from.

7. Must be able to make you choose magenta over midnight blue because he told you (personally or in a newspaper interview) that he has a fetish for that colour.

8. Must be able to make you wonder about his relationship status. (If he is a celebrity like Ian Thorpe then this step would mean looking him up in the internet and breaking your heart when certain reports identify him as gay.)

9. And most importantly…must be able to take your interest off the other available hunks.

PS: Crush was level 1. Level 2 is love. So how does a man promote himself from level 1 to level 2? Or is there a cheat code for direct entry?

We will talk about that some other day...

Toxic high

Mad am I,
Mad are you...
Mad is the world...
Why? No clue.

Mad is the world,
Let it be.
Mad are you...
Just about me???


PS: Question from a friend: Who is the post for?

Answer (from me) :

1. Experience shows that throwing such questions at me is futile.
2. If you are in heaven you need not conclude that you have died.
3. I would not vouch for the veracity of the above two lines.
;)