Written on 11.09.2011 ( forgot to publish)

You think language is as important as silence?? this topic came from no where when I was having a casual chat with my colleague over cup of coffee. He asked me is it necessary that if two people are sitting, they must talk. They should talk of anything, but they must. Just to break the silence. 

Written on 10.07.2012 ( forgot to publish)

कुछ नयापन लाओ. न जाने क्यों दरिया जैसे सरकते रहते हो, (context: being an oldest, longest ruling party without radical ideas)

कुछ नयापन लाओ.… ज़रा तूफ़ान के जैसे उछलो, गरजो, आँखें दिखाओ। 

(context: radical, aggressive opposition party)

कुछ नयापन लाओ.… न जाने क्यों अँधेरे  हालात में दिल जलाते हो, 

(context: MMS hurt over 2G, coalition-dharma)

कुछ नयापन लाओ.… ज़रा नए सूरज से काजल चुराओ, आखें चमकाओ। 

(context: whistle blowers of 2G, coal-gate)

कुछ नयापन लाओ.… न जाने क्यों बुढ़िया की गठरी में दो सिक्कों जैसे छुपते हो, 

(context: inability of Rahul Gandhi)

कुछ नयापन लाओ.… ज़रा सोने- चांदी की गिन्नी खनकाओ। 

(context: ability to keep business houses in pocket) 

कुछ नयापन लाओ.… न जाने क्यों शराफत की चादर लपेटे हो, 

(context: sonia gandhi's complaint of below the belt attacks)

कुछ नयापन लाओ.… कुछ  बड़ी, नयी, शातिर तरकीब दिखलाओ।  

(context: rigged voting machines and parliament boycotts)

कुछ नयापन लाओ.… जैसे हो उतना बने रहने में क्या है? 

(context: no relief to poor. roti, kapadaa, makaan)

कुछ नयापन लाओ.… ज़रा कायदे की हदें पार करो, रॉबिनहुड बन जाओ।  

(context: my way or highway)

Are we coward?? Not really!!

Most of us fear from some or the other thing. There is a special word for it "phobia" which generally means fear of something. This fear can be of anything or anybody. It might be from lizards, skin rashes, heights or closed spaces. But we all share one common fear that is "fear of death". The thought of death makes us sad and brings a feeling of failure. Failure of not being able to do things which we had planned. Fear that grabs each one of us when we step out of our homes, when something or other happens. We might not be able to say something to someone that we longed to. Because with death the hope of tomorrow dies. The hope that we might overcome our regrets, might mend our relationships, might prove ourselves as strong individuals, might live happier moments than we did. 

No! Am not going to preach: "live as if you are to die tomorrow",  rather I question why we fear death or what is it that makes it so special that everyone has fear of it, every living person. If we are capable of leaping onto Moon, if we are capable of touch limitless boundaries than how can we be scared of death? 

I think we don't fear death rather we fear the time when it happens. All of us live Life in fear of the moment of death, because no one knows when it comes. There is no rule, no law, no equation, no certainity. Our fear is for that very moment when we are completely unprepared and vulnerable. You may say that people who suffer from some chronic ailment know when they will die. I think, they still fear about the uncertainty of it.  In older times Sages used to predict their own death. Months before they die they finish all their unfinished business so that they are prepared for that one moment. Those sages never feared death rather they embraced it right on its face no matter how harsh it was. 

So, our biggest fear is not death but the uncertainty attached to it. Humans have power to push their limits, to go beyond the unapproached, unexplored. Then can we be so coward to have fear of death? Not really! our greatest and biggest fear is the not exactly the "death"  itself, but the "uncertainty" attached with it.

Written on 15.07.2011 ( forgot to publish)

I am having wonderful time at home, I try to meet as many friends as I can. Went to a friend's marriage in Bhubaneswar. Traditions were different from what I have seen. Truth is,  I haven't attended any marriage since long time. So I dont really know how exactly marriages take place in northern India.
My trip to Bangalore was good, I visited my friends, but importantly it was to see my first pet, a goldfish. It was a little, tiny goldfish, but for me she was my inner strength. She gave me confidence that I can take care of others and of myself. She was my companion, she used to listen carefully each and every word I told her. Yet she never disclosed any secret to anyone.  She was with one of my friend in Bangalore, but died two days before I reached Bangalore. I felt very sad, but I have no regrets of leaving my fish to a friend's place. I am sure she must have taken care of my baby, as much as she could.

I am not sure if you ever had a pet in your life, but I can assure you that it is a wonderful experience. Its just like taking care of your own baby. The bonding that you have with your pet is kind of a lifeline to you and to your pet. My pet was special to me for two reasons. First she was a fish and I love fishes (but not in my plate). Second, she was a christmas present for me. The best gift I have got till date.

We cannot hold anything in life. Forget about materialistic things, we can't even hold back memories. They fade with time, just like scars......

Nothing is so painful to the human mind as a great and sudden change. -Mary Shelley

Since my last post, days, months and a full year went by at a lightening speed. By the time I got back to my senses and visited the blog again,  I just realized it has been a whole one year. A lot has happened.
Since September last year, ABS stopped coming to work. His health deteriorated but he was still reachable by emails.

We had a really important workshop in November 2016 and I had no hope that he will join. So I made all the arrangements by myself. A day before the workshop, I sent him updates and assured him that I can manage things in office and he should focus on getting better. He replied that he will join the meeting. I could not believe this, I was really really really happy. I could not be more thankful to him. I guess this was his way of saying that he cares for me and he will never leave me.

We had good meeting. I will write later about my interaction with him during the meeting. After November ABS never returned to work. His condition deteriorated after the tumor removal surgery. It left him semi paralyzed and heavily speech-impaired.

Suddenly the news arrived and my worst fears were right in front of me. I had to face them. He battled till his last breath and passed away on 23rd July 2017. I spent years and months hoping and praying for a miracle, a magic to happen that will bring him back to a normal life style. All this while, I had this hope that he will be back at work. But suddenly I lost that hope too.

I went to his funeral and met his family, saw them grieving and struggling to cope up with this huge loss. Many people attended the funeral, his school and college friends, colleagues and cousins. It was satisfying to see that he was receiving lot of affection and prayers. At the same time, it was heart-breaking to see that ABS touched so many lives, yet we could not help him in anyway. I dont know how this void in our hearts can ever be filled again.

Its going to be a month, but I cant stop thinking about him. Took sometime off from work, just needed some time alone to process all this, but that doesnt seem to help. I can’t stop wondering what happens to us after we die? What has happened to him? I hope he is happy and healthy where ever he is. I wonder if he still remember me? I sometime talks to him, while I am alone and wonder if he is listening to me? if he can feel what I am feeling? or if he will still keep his promise of not leaving me alone…….

ऐसे बिखरे हैं रात दिन जैसे,
मोतियों वाला हार टूट गया,
तुमने मुझको पिरो के रखा था.......
-koi baat chale by Gulzar

Written on 26.06.2016, forgot to publish here.....

Right now, there is a lot going on and there a lot to deal with in my Life. The positive thing in this situation is that things are happening at such a lightening speed that I have not time to reminiscent or regret about past. Flip side is that its taking a toll on my emotions. But as they say, good or bad, be thankful to God that Life is moving.

I had been dealing with a lot of emotions lately. The situation has been that one of my fellow human being, call him ABS is facing a life threatening situation. I have utmost respect for him and he is the person I want in my Life. After a lot of churning in my mind, I finally realized that there is a reason why we meet some special people in our lives, simply because they help us becoming a better person. They have such a positive impact on our personalities, that we are changed forever. Thats the way ABS has been to me.

He is suffering from cancer since quite a long time. All these years I could see him fighting, battling, struggling against this disease.  An amazing human being, who totally doesn't deserve such misfortune in his Life.

When I cannot meet him at workplace, I get stress attacks. All sort of tragic and worse situations flash in my mind. But then, I realize we all are dealing with uncertainty. Uncertainty of living this precious gift of God, Life. I tried to reason with myself that may be I am most afraid of loosing him and not able to see him or talk to him forever. So I tried to have more interactions with him. Not wasting any single day, I find one or the other way to have conversations with him (not necessarily deep ones, remember we are co-workers).

As time is passing, my fears are growing. With grown interactions, I have realized that there is so much to learn from him and there is not enough time. Knowing more about him has made me more scared of loosing him.

I am confused about my own feelings, but surely there is a tremendous sense of attachment with him. As of now, I don't know how to deal with these feelings. So writing them down here. Just leaving open ended thread of my feelings. I hope they don't get entangled. May be some day, when I will revisit these pages,  I hope I will be able to see what fabric these emotions have created.

Till then keep hanging and have faith.............  

Are we really Strangers?

How many times have you wished to have a conversation with a completely "unknown person"? How many times have you felt the urge to vent out your feelings to somebody who doesnt know you? Who doesn't know who you are or what you do or which part of the world you live in, but still knows how you feel? How many times you want to reach out to an "outsider", just to make him laugh on your silliest joke.

I am sure many of us have gone into chat rooms to talk to those "unknown people" just to share a joke or smile. Some or the other time in our lives, we feel the need to "share". Share the most invaluable moment of feeling. Feeling of happiness, sadness, anxiety, stress, nervousness, naughtiness.

I wonder why this happens? We all are surrounded by our friends, family, co-workers. Cant we share with them? Yes, we do! but only the superficial, apolitical views. The more we know a person, the less we wish to share the deep secrets inside, just to be on safer side. Coz the more you know a person, the more you know what makes him sad or angry and thats why you start hiding things. Starts to have a barrier on the vent of your feelings.

I think what makes talking or reaching out to strangers easier, is that no one cares. No one cares if they get hurt by something you say about third person or situation. No one worries about taking his/her time, coz they are here purely by their own choice. And thats why if they are really "unknown" you dont care if they just snub you out and go away. Sometimes, I wish to be that stranger with whom I can share his agony of heartbreak or the helplessness of chronic disease or even an excitement-cum-nervousness of going abroad.

I wonder why do we all feel like this? May be because we all experience same kind of emotion at some point in time in our lives. May be the best form of letting out our feelings is by sharing. May be we all have the need to connect with each other. May be after all, the details like Name, Age, Sex, Location doesnt matter, when you are emotionally charged up and really really want to empty your heart out.

Do you remember how many time you have shared an expression of feeling with a stranger? Given a smile to passerby. A frowning look with the driver when you both are stuck in traffic. A kindness look when you offered your place to an old person in public transport.

May be we all share something in common apart from "feelings", the need to share those feelings. So, in-spite of all our ignorance towards each other, we are not exactly complete "strangers" coz we share something common. We know each other as "strangers". We know the "unknown" inside each other.

So, next time when I meet someone, I wont call him a "stranger". May be "unknown-insider"?

Just because you think you're RIGHT, doesnt actually make you RIGHT..........Time to get your facts clear!

कविता

कविता ने मेरी आँखों में आँखें डाल कर देखा और अचानक से कहा, "तुम्हे नहीं लगता की हम सब replacable हैं। उसके इतने सीधे सवालों को सुन कर मुझे हमेशा हैरानी होती थी, ऊपर से उसका मेरी तरफ देखना, मानो सारे सवालों के जवाब वोह मेरी आँखों में ढूँढने की कोशिश कर रही हो। समझ नहीं आता था, ऐसे में मेरे शब्दों का कोई मोल है भी की नहीं। खैर, मैंने अपने आप को सँभालते हुए पूछा , "कहना क्या चाहती हो?" कविता हलकी सी मुस्कान के साथ बोली, "मान लो कल को मैं ये शहर, ये लोग सब छोड़ कर चली जाऊं, तो क्या कुछ फरक पड़ेगा?" मुझे पता था की उसका इशारा उस कागज़ के पन्ने की तरफ था जो वो कई दिन से वो मुझे देना चाहती थी। आज मुझे किसी तरह उसे मनाना ही था।

मैंने अपनी दुनियादारी के लफ़्ज़ों में कहा, "depend करता है की तुम replacable की definition  क्या मानती हो?" वो झट से बोली "मेरे बिना क्या दुनिया का काम रुक जायेगा? क्या लोग मेरे बिना जीना बंद कर देंगे?  मैं बहुत बार कविता की इन बातों को सुन चुका था, बहुत बार समझाने की कोशिश भी करी की वो ऐसा सोचना छोड़ दे। न जाने क्या था जो उसके मन में फांस की तरह अटक रहा था। वोह कुछ गुनगुनाने लगी, "आऊँगी एक दिन, आज जाऊं "..... मैंने कविता की आँखों में देखा कर बोला, "तुम जो करना चाहती हो करो, तुम्हे जो साबित करना है करो, लेकिन होगा क्या? साबित करने के बाद तुम वापस आ पाओगी ? imagine करो की तुम हवा बन गई हो, तुम सबको महसूस कर सकती हो लेकिन क्या लोग तुम्हे महसूस कर पायेंगे? क्या तुम्हे देख पायेंगे? क्या तुमसे कह पायेंगे की वोह तुम्हे कितना चाहते हैं? ये तुम्हे decide करना है की तुम्हारे लिए important क्या है, ये की लोग तुमसे बात करने के बजाये तुम्हारे बारे में बात करें। तुम्हारे अपने तुम्हे सीने से लगाने के बजाये तुम्हरी तस्वीर को गले लगायें। तुम्हे लम्बी उम्र की दुआएं देने के बजाये आंसू बहाएं। तुम्हे कामियाबी का आशीर्वाद देने के बजाये तुम्हारी हार का शोक मनाएं। तुम्हारी शब्दों से हंसने के बजाये तुम्हारी खामोशियों में डूब जायें। अगर तुम आज यहाँ हो तो ये सब रहेगा, हंसी-ख़ुशी के सिलसिले चलते रहेंगे, अगर तुम चली गयी तो ये सब ख़तम हो जायेगा......and all that is irreplaceable!!

मुझे और कुछ कहने से रोकने के लिए कविता ने मेरे मुंह पे हाथ रख दिया। हम दोनों बस एक दूसरे को देखते रहे और न जाने कब कविता मेरी आँखों से ओझल हो गयी।  

अचानक से बारिश की बूंदों ने मुझे उठा दिया, मानों खिड़की  से झाँक-झाँक कर मुझे जगाने की कोशिश कर रही हों। मैंने हड़बड़ा  कर इधर-उधर नज़र घुमाई, कविता! कविता!.... क्या वोह मुझे छोड़ कर चली गयी?  एक कागज़ का पन्ना मेरी डेस्क पर हवा के झोंके  से फरफरा रहा था।

Talk in German!

Yesterday, I gave my first ever presentation in german. The talk was about the history of clocks. I got good feedback and appreciation from my fellow classmates.  I am happy that another barrier is crossed.

They say there is first time of everything, yes there is and when you do something for the first time, it feels great. So, it is!!

I feel great. I think small accomplishments should also be celebrated. I will have cold coffee with extra icecream ;-)

I am waiting for the day, when I will give technical presentation  in german. Lets see how it goes, till then....


Keep Trying!

Being Perfect

Is there something that is static in this whole world? Anything that is present since the first day of creation of this earth and will remain as it is till the doom's day?? Nothing!! Everything changes. Changes for either good or bad, but the crux is that they do. A person changes throughout his lifetime. His ever changing behaviour. while handling so many roles and responsibilities.

Amid these changes, I think there is a static concept called "perfection". Dictionary says:

Perfect (Adjective): Having all the required or desirable elements, qualities, or characteristics; as good as it is possible to be.
Perfect (Verb): Make (something) completely free from faults or defects, or as close to such a condition as possible.

Isnt this blurry logic? Who knows the limits for "as good as possible"? Still, we want to achieve perfection, by all means. We change continuously in pursuit of perfection. This is just relative as the darkness is to light, as ignorance is to knowledge.

So here is the deal, if you have changed  and you don't know for good or bad? Let me tell you that you have changed for good, you have changed in order to become perfect. Either perfect good or perfect bad, but the change in you is positive. Be happy!! coz the distance between YOU and the THE PERFECT YOU  is decreasing. 

Next time, when somebody ask me, How are you? My answer will be " I am perfect!" ;)

What do you do when?
You explain the problem in elaborate and detailed manner, expecting a solution, and the only reply you get is "ok!!"

arghhhh!!!

Read this somewhere:

"Sometime, the only repentance, is to live happily and act as if nothing ever happened"

Probably, this is why its difficult to define and live Life!!!

Phase 2 Phase

Placid smile brightened her face as she sipped hot ginger tea standing on the terrace of the building. Shravya always enjoyed her tea time. Watching sun going down, magical palette of colors in sky and a warm cup of tea, what else she wanted. Nights are dark and days are bright, both had their own harshness. The only balancing stroke are the evenings. Days pushed her towards future, nights pulled her back in past. Leaves of coconut tree that stand tall were rustling and got chance to obstruct the view. Leaning against the wall supporting solar heaters of the building, Shravya looked at the traffic, far on the old airport road. She was lucky to have avoided the Bangalore's traffic during rush hour. It was a calm evening, cool breeze blowing, kids coming back from school, but behind all this, there was a storm building up, inside. In spite of sound on the streets, she could clearly hear Thug-thug-thug from her own heart. 

A voice came from inside, "You must tell him, tell him that there is no reason to continue this relationship on broken foundation of love. Nothing matters more than the trust and faith, which you have already broken. Parth might have forgiven you, but you must not forgive yourself". Even if Shravya tried hard, she could not argue this. The irreversible past was haunting her. She and Parth had a wonderful relationship of ten years, till she came to know Pramod. A turning point in her life which made her think about the relationship and its shear existence. The gaps of their relationship started becoming visible to her than ever before. Nobody could replace Parth, but Pramod was filling the gaps. As always Pramod became a good friend and then when he expressed his love to her, she realized the fact that being in love with Pramod by cheating Parth is surely not her way. Pramod had left her now but the sprouts of love that were growing for Pramod were far to control. Struggling in this tug of war, she decided to reveal this truth to Parth. She was holding the pieces of old envelops on which she scribbled Pramod's poem during their discussion on Frost and Dickinson. The only memory that she was still holding were his poems written for her.   

"I will call you back in sometime, bye" talking to someone on phone, came Parth. He knew where he can find Shravya at this time of the day. He wasn't sure how to break the news to her. Being naive in cracking jokes, Parth gave a sheet of paper to Shravya. Though the piece of paper was familiar to her, getting it from Parth was surprising. She did not want to open it, as if opening it will sink her into eternal whirlpool. Still hoping for something else she looked at Parth, who was waiting for her to open the envelop. As she was about to say something, Parth stopped her. He pulled out a dried rose with long stem out of the book he was holding along with envelop. She smiled, and memories came rushing. How fifteen years back Parth came to meet her on New Year's Day morning. Wearing white-kurta and blue-jeans as he stand on the door. He gave this red rose to her, Shravya was unsure of how to react, hid herself behind the door. Nobody has ever given her a red rose. Parth had lot to say, but he was sure how he can say zillion words with this rose. Today he was holding the same rose.

Keeping her tea mug aside, she opened the envelop, took out the paper. It was a report from hospital which stated that she will soon be a mother. Few scribbles on a paper have made her look beyond present.  Suddenly she could see the future clearly. It has started taking shape. In anxiousness of seeing beyond the time, she forgot that she was holding future inside her. If the foundation is broken, there has to be a way to fix it also. Past is irreversible, but mending things in Present is always possible. 

A silent tear trickled down her cheeks as she slipped the pieces of crumbled envelops from her hand, which were quickly blown away by the wind. 

When I see the clock ticking,
wonder I,
its running for whom?
for the one who has seen the dawn
or
for the one who is waiting for it

Summer is approaching, so is the itching for mangoes and cold water from pitcher. Worldly act of creating wise-golden words are keeping me busy. Window in my office has finally given up on me. Its always closed and the fast, creaking cars can no more disturb me. The view has also been destroyed & green slush is replaced by jungle of cement. Big machinery not just making sky-scrapers, but rising human expectation to touch sky. Reach for unreachable!!! 

When someone tells me: "You are a strong person"
I reply: Yes, I take iron tablets everyday...

P.S. You don't have to be nerdy to be a happy person. Your poor jokes can help you become one.

Motherhood; A Life long job!!

A drop of tear trickled down her cheeks as she kept the receiver of the phone down. Mayur, 4-year old boy quickly saw his mom's availability and grabbed her sari and started struggling to get into Sarita's lap. Sarita smiled at Mayur and holding him away from her asked him to play in the courtyard of the house. Seeing Sarita's condition, 10-year old Nupur came by the side of her mother. Shyly asked Sarita "Nanu ka phone tha? (Was it grandfather's phone?) What did he say? How is Nani (grandmother)? Sarita gave an artificial smile and hugged her. Trying to hide the truth, she told Nupur that Nani is fine and soon she will come back home. She decided to finish few things before Kishor comes home in evening. She told Nupur to finish homework and keep an eye on Mayur, who was, by then care-freely playing in courtyard. 

As she opened the wardrobe to take out few pair of kurta-salwar and saris to pack in suitcase, she looked at her wedding reception sari, hanging in the metallic hanger, peeping out of the less visited corner, on which Sarita's mom had done embroidery all by herself. She gazed at the fine embroidery of the Sari for few minutes. Each thread had a memory attached to it, as if Love was woven in memories. Rose, bougainvillea, marigold and amaltas flowers were embroidered on the border. During spring, winters, summers, these flowers used to bloom in their garden. She gently touched one end of the sari which had a special pattern to it. It was peacock feather pattern. Memories came rushing and storm in Sarita's eyes. She kissed, smelled and hugged her sari as if she just wanted to re-live all the memories at once. She remembered how she used to pluck China rose everyday and watered them to ensure continuous supply during the blooming season. During summer morning walks with her mother, she used to pluck amaltas twigs and keep them in water hoping to get fragrance all day long. How every morning she used to get up early to collect peacock feathers, during the period when peacock shed their feathers. How she used to pester her mom to allure Peacocks with grains and breads, so that they shed feathers in their garden. Sarita and her mother had once sowed onions, potatoes, carrots, radish, eggplant(brinjal), spinach in their kitchen garden. Short were those days and evergreen as always, when Sarita's world revolved around her mother. For Sarita, mother had been a teacher, sister, friend, gardner, competitor, chef, priest, tailor, mechanic, and most importantly a MOTHER;  

A deep crease suddenly came on her forehead as she heard the phone-bell. Quickly picking up the receiver, she listened to the news patiently. As she ended the conversation with monosyllables, she kept the receiver down. A part of her childhood had gone, her part of the role, of being a daughter had finished. Mother had left Sarita, with only one choice; of being a mother. Feeling a sudden craving for her mother, she felt a lump in her throat. With a chocked heart, she called Mayur and Nupur. With tear filled eyes she looked at her innocent kids; smiled Sarita with shivering lips; hugged them with the hope to give the best of memories to her kids as her mother did.     

The Theory of Natural Rejection

No need to tell anybody how you are feeling. What you are doing? How you suffer during that particular moment, when pressure of being in crowd is intense. When you crave to be the only person ever existed on earth. Nobody to see the state you are in. When you want to do a magic trick and become invisible from the world. When you intensely want people not able to hear or see you. When your suffering (even momentary) is because you are surrounded by people who can hear and see you. When you want people of have selective memory or suffer from memory loss to forget about your embarrassing moments of life. 

Most of us have gone through it, but nobody talks about it. Every one else gets the sense, but still they dont say anything to each other. Like unnoticed expressions, we all sense, but nobody breaks the silence. We know the reason, we decode the cryptic signals, but still. We give each other an innocent smile and give looks as if nothing has happend. Sometime, we wait for others to express their embarrasing moments.  Some things are natural…. By now, you have already guessed what am I talking about. No? Louder please!! Oh no no, am not talking about break ups or sensex drops in HSE(Heart Stock Exchange). 

Ok, Imagine you are in a closed meeting room with more than 3 people, discussing something important and suddenly you get a pungent (H2S like) odour. It was nobody else, but you. Everybody is suffering from the aromatherapy, but they behave as if there are important things to be discussed. Everybody send a cryptic signal to each other, to know who the culprit is, so that they can kill the person for this treatment.

Imagine you are sitting in quite cozy place alone reading a book and unknowingly hunting the treasure inside your nose and suddenly realize that somebody passing by has seen you. With in seconds, that person honours you with "The Most Dirty & Disgusting Act" award (virtually).

Imagine you are praised for being Rupanzel among your peers and suddenly a small living creature drops out from your hair on clean white table top. A moment of silence is loud enough to make you feel the itch of "OMG- that-thing-is-in-your-hair".

What would you do? What do you think? Dont you act as if nothing has happened. Dont you hope that nobody heard anything.  Dont you want to be the only person ever existed on the earth, so nobody could hear the bombing contributions and nobody can identify the natural source of H2S. For that particular moment when feeling is intense and you are surrounded with people, dont you want to have magical power to become invisible.

All of us at some point of time must have had our moments of glory ;) All of us are aware of our natural actions and phenomenon, but rolls up eyes when it comes to others. 

I guess, all of us believe and follow "The Theory of Natural Rejection" with mutual consent.

Fruitology!

I just logged in to my blog and clicked "New Post", haven't even seen when did I posted last. Well, it doesn't matter. Till I am allured to this writing habit, I am happy. So, where were we? high on life? fundas? please don't whisper, say it loud. Oh!! you mean you are bored of the Life's lessons I had been giving? So no more of that. I was also surprised, why my fan club is getting smaller ;)

So, here are the updates:

Last week, my migraine actually became pain not just in the head but also in the ass. 4 continuos days...The dark side was, I screwed a bit of work coz of headache. On contrary, I had to call sick on one working day and slept for more that 14 hours :)

I did a extensive search ( No, I did not browsed page 2 in google search) for ways to get rid of migraine. I found this terrific idea of detoxification of the body and hence, getting rid of migraine. The trick is you have to go on fruit diet for a day or two as long as you want. Only fruits, any type (except for bananas) and any amount. Initially I was a bit hesitant on doing this, coz I have acidity problems which triggers headache. Since, nothing was working I thought let me try this as well. I had 3 apples, 3 pears, 1/2 muskmelon (cantaloupe), 20-25 strawberries, and 250 gms grapes in whole day. Another important thing was, I had 3-4 ltrs of water that day. It definitely became embarrassing to go to loo so many times, but I guess my body was flushing out the toxins. By afternoon, my 3 days persistent headache had gone and I was feeling very light.

Then, while browsing more I found that in ayurveda or naturopathy its always recommended to go on fruit diet if one in suffering from stomach upset, migraine, seasonal flu. Am happy, I tried that, it might have contributed in shedding some grams off my body :)

Its an Egg-stra weekend!!! easter is here and I have 4 days off from work. Its not that I have big plans for weekend coz weather is all screwed up, but it feels good when you realize that you already had 2 days masti and 2 more days to go ;)

So, I am gonna chillax for 2 more days :)

HAPPY EASTER!!