This wasn’t premeditated. Yesterday morning I woke up early and I plucked a book off my very dusty bookshelf. A green cover, bold font, stack of pillows and a glass of lemonade was all it took.
And I finished it in the morning itself.
It had been a year since I had read a book but it felt like a decade. So was it a joyous reunion? Did my fingers rejoice at the feel of never ending pages? Did my eyes glisten as I read those tiny words crammed into a page? I think I need glasses.
Anyway, it was in a confusing, mixed state of mind that I ended the book in, incidentally which had nothing to do with its content.
After years of being an introvert bookworm, I had begun preferring my laptop to reading. And I actually uttered the following words: I’d rather watch the movie than read the book. Sacrilegious, I know!
I literally stuck to my precious laptop like a leech. I lost myself in hours of movies and TV series.
I think it was because I forgot how to imagine, to build a world inside my head.
I’m overweight, bordering on obese. And this is relevant. I don’t state “uncomfortable” facts just for fun, drama and pizazz. Well, maybe.
The thing about being obese is that everyone has an opinion. Frankly, just substitute “obese” with “a woman” and that statement still rings true. But the most critical people I meet are oddly, women. I don’t believe they are being malicious, maybe some of them are. But that’s how we have been wired.
If I’m eating something: “Look at her devouring that pizza. That’s why she’s so fat!”
If I decline to eat something: “OMG, are you on a diet? You’re dieting now, wow.”
Yes, I’m fat and yes, I’m decimating a pizza. I’m a wreck, sure. if you’re so offended, don’t look at it.
No, I’m not eating the namkeen you offered. No, I’m not on a diet. I just don’t like the look of it. I get to decide what I put in my body. And yes, I’d rather have a pizza.
Okay, things got away from me there.
I know I should do all the things you suggest. I know that I’m living an unhealthy life and that being obese is not ideal. Some of you are friends and you have the right to tell me so because I have opened my life upto you. Your intentions are good and you worry that I’m not fit. I agree, being obese is not healthy and neither is being stick thin. And you don’t want either for me.
To those of you who aren’t, it is none of your goddamn business. Don’t randomly come up to me and tell me of some “ayurvedic medicine” that helped your brother’s wife’s third cousin lose weight. It’s not okay for you to do that, not on the metro, not on the street, not bloody anywhere. Don’t subject me to your ideal of beauty, don’t chip away at my self esteem like it’s your right to do so because you have eyes.
I’m not a blot or an unsightly mark. I’m a fucking pearl and the world is my oyster.
More to come. Let me know what you think. Oh, and Happy Women’s day! (belated)
Well. This blog is titled “THIS BLOG IS DEAD”. WordPress lets you put a tagline beneath it. And the thing is, you Have to be witty or it’s not worth it. So, thanks Obama!
However, I take a challenge like Indian Politicians tackle national issues. First they create hype, then they blame everyone else, and finally they try to make a half-hearted attempt at solving it. So these are mine:
THIS BLOG IS DEAD
#1: Just like Batman’s parents.
Yeah, I went there. I’m heartless.
#2: Just like this blogger’s sense of humor.
Damn, this should have been an obvious first. I really am losing it.
#3: Just like yo mama!
Things took a dark turn here so I decided to stop.
#4: Just like its blogger’s hopes and dreams.
Well, we knew I was depressed. So I chose this. But I keep thinking…
For the new readers (hahaha As if): Well, I finally lost it.
For the old readers( hahaha as if): You knew it was coming.
I used to watch Two and A Half Men, you know back when Charlie Sheen didn’t have any tiger blood in him and Jake Harper was cute, oh and Jon Cryer had hair. So in a particular episode, fuck it, I’m not transcribing, what are pictures/memes for anyway?
My dilemma is, I’m not particularly fond of alcohol. So I’ll do it manually. Beginning with this blog.
There were posts here, there might be new ones after this. The thing is, I have no fucks to give.
To the man in the pink slip in the metro, You were wearing a pink slip, jeans, rouge and a matching pink lipstick. You were merrily singing along to songs with your earphones plugged in. “Next station is noida city centre” As you moved towards the doors, the horde of people (mostly consisting of young men) […]