I have always been skinny. I realized early that I don’t put on weight very easily. But even then I was always a little cautious about what I ate because I had loads of skin problems as a teenager.

But I have never had to worry about my weight. The only time I worried about my weight was when I was pregnant and I put on 21 kgs over the 9 months period. My mom who was underweight before her pregnancy put on a lot of weight over her 2 pregnancies and never lost most of it. I was apprehensive that I too would be like my mom. But if my father has been very generous and bequeathed me his premature graying genes, he has also been very generous with his lean look genes. So luckily for me, I realized a few months after BB was born that I take after my lean father and not my plump mother. I lost all the 21 kgs over the next 6 months without any disciplined exercising, dieting etc.

On a side note I would like to mention that even thought I didn’t have any disciplined exercise routine,I got loads of exercise of a different kind. We stay in a three storey house. By three-storied house, I mean the kitchen, hall and MIL’s room are on the ground floor and our bedroom is on the second floor with the SIL and BIL’s bedroom on the 1st floor. When I was on maternity leave, on an average day I would go up and down the stairs to the 2nd floor at least 20 times .Sometimes carrying a 6-9 kgs BB too. And we don’t have a maid. So sweeping, moping and washing BB’s clothes helped too. So now you know the secret of losing weight easily after having a baby. Build a 3 storey house and fire your maid 😀

Since God has been very kind to me with respect to the lean looks (I have a few complaints against Him about the graying, thinning hair though), I decided to throw caution to the winds. Over the past 2 years, I have been gorging on sweets, chats,samosas, pizzas, burgers etc. without a care in the world. Everytime we go out for lunch from office, one of my managers (who is on the heavier side) always  comments about how lucky I am to have such a good metabolism rate that helped me stay skinny in spite of eating well (giving a dirty look to my piled up plate) .

About 2 months back, we had an office sponsored Health checkup for all the employees. So imagine my distress when my health checkup results showed that I had more than the desired cholesterol levels. The levels are not high enough for me to have a heart attach any minute and pop it off. But they are high enough to have hurt my image (I very smartly announced it to my whole team) and also my ego ( my wonderful metabolism is not so wonderful after all L).

So now every time somebody sends out a mail in office announcing sweets from home, wedding sweets  etc. I get gentle reminders from my team asking me to refrain from binging as I need to keep my cholesterol in control. A couple of my young team members have even checked the internet for steps to control cholesterol and have been generously doling out all the appropriate advice (eat cucumbers and oats, oats soaks up all the extra cholesterol, exercise regularly etc.)

Being the wonderful mother that I am, I promptly passed the blame of the high cholesterol levels to my son. After all I end up eating all his ghee laden leftovers everyday. It was his fault that he does not eat 2 ghee ka parathas that I make for his dinner every night ( he eats 1 and 1/3 and I eat the 2/3 leftovers).it was his fault that he does not eat the ghee filled rasam/dal rice sometimes and I am forced to eat it because I don’t like the idea of wasting it. But later I just accepted the blame for my own cholesterol levels.My MIL who watched me as I tried desperately to cut down the oil/ghee that I consume decided that it was not my diet, but stress levels which had affected my cholesterol levels.

And it does not help that the evil health checkup results came out bang in the middle of the never-ending festive season. So I have been gorging very guiltily on all the Ganesh Chaturthi, Onam, Dusserha and now Diwali goodies, thinking of the thick layer being added to the already thick cholesterol layers in my system ( of course it would be a sacrilege to the Gods to not eat goodies during a festival :D).And we are still not done with the festivities coz Bakrid,Christmas and New year are just around the corner.

Yes I realize now that being skinny is not equivalent to being healthy.

But there is absolutely no pleasure in eating sweets/goodies with a guilty mind .So my resolve for today is to just let go of the guilt and binge. Healthy diets,exercise and controlled cholesterol levels can wait for the New year.


that I feel a twinge of sadness when I am attending a wedding and feel a rush of joy when I see a pregnant woman?

When PP sent out a mail to some of our very close friends announcing the release of his book, we got a reply from a very very good friend U who commented that she liked PP’s reason for writing the book . She also mischievously asked if dancing around treeswith  his girlfriend(currently his wife and yours sincerely)  was another good reason for planting trees. We both laughed at this comment and let is pass.

But the thought stayed on in my head and I chuckled as I imagined both of us romancing, running and dancing around trees in true Bollywood ishtyle .Got to say that this is old bollywood ishtyle. Nowadays Bollywood heroes and heroines are too busy doing item numbers or romancing in phirang locales or on beaches.But I digress. Lets go back to the image in my head of the romancing  under the canopy of huge flowering trees with the tree gently showering us with flowers as we dance around it .But knowing my tree crazy hubby too well, my imagination also decided to get real and practical.The cozy,romantic picture soon blurred to be replaced by a image of the hubby abruptly letting go of my hand and running and hugging a tree instead like his life depended on it.

Being married to a tree hugger for 7.5 years has warped even my sense of imagination.


PP has a break from work as his business partner has gone out of town.So the father-son duo decided to make the most of BB’s summer break and are off vacationing on our farm a few kilometers from Sakleshpur. I, on the other hand am stuck in Bangalore as we had a project deadline for Monday and I could not take the day off. I reluctantly let the son go away with his papa knowing that keeping him back would not be fair as we have not taken him anywhere all through his summer holidays.

So we finished the big project yesterday and to celebrate the project close,the team makes plans to go out bowling and for  dinner tonight. I woke up this morning with a slight muscle pull in the neck which aggravated as I went about my morning chores. I took out the bike to go to office,start it and go a few meters ahead,stop and wince at the pain which shoots up my neck every time the bike goes over a little bump on the road. I bravely continue till the end of the road and as I move onto the main road, I realize that riding in heavy traffic with mind numbing pain is not a good idea. And since we are done with the project,there was no need for me to struggle my way to office only to sit through the usual quota of boring meetings. So I retrace my way back home, park the bike and then park myself on the bed for the rest of the day. The past few months have been hectic and stressful  on both the work and personal fronts.Project deadlines , office politics, financial planning for the down-payments and home loans for an apartment that we have booked and the little farm house that we are building, house work,social commitments etc. have taken their toll on me. It was almost like this muscle pull was a God send to get me to just relax.I called in sick, pulled out the book that I have been trying to finish over the past 2 weeks and then just shut the world out. I finished the book, went down for lunch,then logged in and checked a few blogs, typed put this post and am now planning to watch a movie after I log out.

I am missing the son and am waiting for him to get back tomorrow.But I am glad that I had the day off to myself today.

The aftermath of Holi always brings with it the sight of a few red and pink tinged faces, hands and ears.

The day after Holi I saw many such red faces in office. I was walking towards the lunch counter and from far I saw another couple of red tinged faces. On getting closer, I realized that they were two ‘I am sweltering in the Indian heat’ red faced German colleagues and not the products of a ‘I had the colourful time of my life’ holi celebration.

One of the German colleagues proceeded to the regular lunch counter and bravely and adventurously served himself the Indian food. The other one decided to play safe and ordered a sandwich from the nearby sandwich counter. They both took a table very close to mine and I very discreetly ( and shamelessly)continued staring at them. I have to admit that I was highly impressed with the first German. He was spooning spicy Vangi bath into his mouth at regular intervals and seemed to be handling the spice levels really well. On the other hand, the German who  had ordered a sandwich had not taken into account that even a sandwich in India has a certain minimum spice level. He was bravely chomping away at his sandwich, but every bite was taking a toll on him and his already red ears turned a dangerous shade of crimson.  His cheeks were flushed as the heat of the weather and the heat of the food  slowly acted upon him. I had finished my lunch by then and I had to abandon my shameless staring and leave both the Germans to finish their lunch and then return to the comfort of the AC office to slowly regain their normal colour.

My blog completed a year on 23rd Feb.

With a measly 40 posts, this blog hasn’t been all that is was meant to be when I started it. So did I really write about all that I planned to write about when I started blogging?

Have I blogged in detail about my son’s antics or his  profound/cute conversations?

Yes I have , but not so much in detail that I can say that I have captured his childhood through my blog. I write about him when I feel writing about him and there are many cute anecdotes which have not found their way into this blog.

Have I blogged about the wonderful vacations I went on, amazing people I met or the  great experiences that I had this past one year?

I started this blog last year after I made a trip to this little village in the Western Ghats. The simplicity of the life in this village brought up so many thoughts in my head and I started this blog planning to put down these thoughts and see if they made any sense much later. I never managed to put down these profound(!) thoughts. These thoughts stayed in my head and eventually got buried deep down somewhere. I made similar wonderful trips to Coimbatore,  Pondicherry in October last year and another trip to the same little Western Ghats village in January this year. I met some amazing people, had some wonderful experiences and learnt a lot  during these trips. But none of these experiences ever managed to find its way to my blog.

Have I blogged about the thought-provoking books I read/movies I watched?

Other than the one blog post on Nine Lives, I haven’t written about any of the other books/movies.

After having avoided the Harry Potter series for close to 12 years, I finally gave in and  read my first harry Potter book this year ( yes, yes I know its shocking).And I kind of liked it.Then I read the second one and the third one and I was hooked. I had to phase out the next few books as I was spending all my spare time reading at the risk of neglecting my son, husband and the housework. I eventually also picked up the movies too, but somehow the magic of the book never comes through in the movies.But like a true Harry Potter fan,I am now waiting for the second part of the Harry Potter and the Deadly Hallows movie to be released in July this year.

So like the Harry Potter books and movies, I managed to read and watch quite a few interesting books and movies, but they still never managed to find a mention in my blog.

Have I blogged about the random little incidences/beautiful things/moments that make life worth living?

Like this, this and this.

But so many more such posts about such beautiful moments in my life just died  a sad death in my head.

So on my blog birthday , I dedicate this post to all the wonderful posts in my head that never saw the light of day. 😀

Higher the position on the corporate ladder, bigger the beer belly.

An observation from all the big wig meetings I have been attending

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