Wednesday, August 17, 2016

Wait, watchers!

                               Ever felt you were standing somewhere you don’t belong and you don’t even know how you reached there in the first place? You sweat crazily with the fear that someone might look but you are too petrified to even move. Also, any sudden movement might trigger an alarm and people might actually turn their attention to you and your only prayer is that no one notices you for a while. You say to yourselves, “Calm down! Calm down! Just act like nothing happened. Take one step at a time and casually turn away. I am going to kill whoever was responsible for this. Who the hell keeps a weighing machine right in front of the refrigerator?


 It is all because of those fitness bloggers out there planting such evil ideas into the minds of innocent cake lovers all over the world. They make me so furious! If I had one wish, I would wish that these people would stop…No, wait, if I had one wish then that would be to be thin no matter what I eat. But if I had two wishes, then… Nope, I would probably wish for a hairless face. Well, you get my point. I don’t like to think fitness is an option to those who love food. There, I said it!


“But what do I do, oh wise one?”, you may wonder, “How do I ever avoid those ‘fitness lovers’ from flaunting their abs at me and whispering those taunting tips for turning me into a slender stick?”
Fear not! If you ever find yourself in a situation where people around you seem to have been bitten by the ‘fitness bug’, then follow these steps:

1.  Pretend to be interested

The ‘Fitness-zombies’ can smell fear and shame, so do not let them catch you running away. Instead, be the one to chase them for tips, which is the same, “DIET! EXERCISE!”




     2.  Wear loose clothes

Get those maternity clothes out! Or buy them, believe me they are an investment. Flaunt those flashy mom shirts so it looks like you lost weight. Illusion is the key!

     
     3.  Install them all

Install so many fitness apps on your phone and set reminders to pop up right when you are showing them pictures you took of the one time you entered a gym by mistake.



     4.   Fake those cramps

Once in every two days moan whilst flexing your muscles and holding your tummy whenever the treadmill lovers walk by you. Do not over act, I repeat, do not overact because if they get suspicious they have a specific set of skills to find you and grill you till you resemble a shawarma on a stick.


     5.  Talk their language

Always stay up to date with their language, so that you know they aren’t talking about you. Keep your friends close and fitness gurus closer.



6.   Eat your way out

And after a few weeks of faking, start complaining that your metabolism is too complicated to understand and that you have tried everything to burn that fat. Keep whining and eat your way out claiming you are too depressed. 



And walk away like a cool guy walking away from an explosion.



There you go my friends. By the end of the month you would’ve not only lost those nasty judging eyes but as a pleasant surprise, you would’ve also gained a few sympathizing thin friends who pass on all those love filled cakes and carbs to you and would slap anyone who brings up a new ‘working’ diet regime or tries to guilt you into taking up a gym membership.




Our body is nobody’s business to run, so don’t let their chatter get to your head. If we feel healthy and confident about ourselves, then no one deserves to be more satisfied and happy than us. Maybe we took a lot of effort and failed, maybe we are still trying and maybe we need more time but that doesn’t give anybody the right to bruise our ego with ‘free tips’ and ‘frozen yogurt’. But, if they don’t understand, if they forget their place and you want to tell them to mind their own abs without hurting their calorie less feelings, then feel free to follow my suggestions or just nod to everything they say whilst munching on a big tub of French fries. 


Now that, would be sending your message LOUD, CLEAR and a little SALTY.

Monday, August 15, 2016

What are you dreaming about?

Gloves, check.
Tissues, check.
Ear buds, check.
Scalpel, check.
Screw driver, check.
Wrench, check.
I have been waiting all morning to do this and I can’t wait anymore. My kid has fallen asleep and now is the only time I can complete this task. Ninja mode, ACTIVATE! 

You might think I am working on some major mechanical project or a secret science project. And this is in some way a bit of both; I am just trying to get that stubborn little booger from my son’s nose which bothers me the most than him. I know it will just go away on its own by morning, I have tried to ignore it, but it is not so easy when it is just hanging there like a vine waiting for Tarzan to swing by; so does our dream. 



Throughout our life, we might dream of many things which make us worth the oxygen we use up in this world. Recently, one of my friends asked me why I am not doing anything with whatever bit of skill I have left and obviously my answer was, “But, my kids…” My friend stopped me right there and just said, “Aah! There lies the graveyard of your dreams!”

It is true though, I do have a graveyard of my dreams. You can always find my box of abandoned craft items, knitting needles, baking cups and a teen novel which consists of just two chapters where the hero has been left scratching his head not knowing what his next move should be for the past ten years.


Those dreams were fun while they lasted and some even surprised me that I could achieve some level of success in it. Like the one time I baked a cake and started calculating the cost of having a home-based bakery while my son was trying to find his face covered in cream. It was fun, but it wasn’t me. I wanted to be someone who could make every person know they are not alone in this world. And as a mother, I did a good job to hit that dream right on its head and bury it deep inside my own personal grave yard. I mean, who has the time when my child is standing there with poop in his hands. Don’t ask me how it got to his hands, I never know!

Now that I come to think of it, does it have to be a graveyard? Motherhood is a tricky business and no matter how much you try to keep it private, every single person’s nose will be stuck right into it. You’ll be left feeling guilty no matter how you choose to go through it. So why bury your dreams? Why not nurture it instead? Every skill in this world needs time and patience to perfect it. Why not use your time away from the busy commercial life to let your dreams take shape?


We live in a time where our worth, our dreams and our skills can be easily recognized. We have passed the generations who can actually blame their parents, children, spouses or their even their physical inability for reaching their goal. If we have to blame someone, we can blame ourselves and our battered old shovel which has all the blood stains of those murdered dreams.

So, make a change, throw away those old bones and start building your own nursery of all your discarded dreams. Let them nurture while you take care of more important things in your life right now. Because, when they bloom, you don’t need to yell or scream to get other’s attention, their scent is enough to attract the right crowd. 

Dream big, as long as those dreams have a root to stay strong. Be it a stubborn booger in your kid’s nose or the passion hidden in your own heart, don’t ignore, it is only there to grab your attention.