Thin?!...Hell Yeah!

*Whistles*..Skinny skinny!

Heard that already, and not very happy about it.It amazes me how much people notice my thin frame(Underline-Bold:Thin).Its frustrating to hear comments about "How deprived I am of life giving food", "How anorexic I am","You are waaaaayyy tooo skinny"!Proving myself to be someone who eats and prefers good healthy food over greasy oily food is getting tiring.Really,people tell me go stuff yourself with a sandwich or something else you might just fly away like a piece of paper caught responding to light wind.

Who tells a person pleasantly or unpleasantly plump "Goodness Gracious eat less for the sake of humanity","Is there too much food available?"..Ermm"Hormonal Imbalance"!If thats rude then what are the comments loaded on people naturally thin?Not exactly sugar-plum sweet coated with honey eh?

Well meaning aunts and especially this one particular aunt of mine would harp on about how "Dried up" my sister and I are;when her own kids are on the verge of exploding.Also things such as "Men prefer curvaceous women so that they have something to hold on to(Eww) /Boys dont prefer sticks so better gain weight to get a nice boy" drives me nuts.Its infuriating to listen to such comments in your own little house.I have nothing against people who are curvy,with full respect; all im against is that sometimes people treat me unfairly by showering me with comments totally undeserved.

At times saying that my weight is negligible though taken in good humor feels a little awkward.When I'm sitting on somebodys lap(which is always the case during space-crunch moments) my "Bones" hurt them.Ouch!Like when I was a little girl sitting pretty on a bicycle my friend would just say"Oooooo...So you are sitting behind me...Hahahahahaha...I hardly noticed...Hahahahah...I'm so funny...Hahhahahah"!Im not all that hopeless!I just dont gain weight.Well its another fact that I'm in no mood to intentionally gain as well.Absolutely blissful the way I am ;devouring green tea,diet chips and sprouts along with everything Mum makes:)

Darling..Its Christmas Morning..!:)

I was a fascinated excited toothless three year old when I got my first Christmas present from Santa .Oh!How charmed I was by the grandfatherly pot bellied man who surprised me every year with a box full of gifts.I never believed in the tooth fairy as much as I believed in Santa.

I would take out my colour pencils/pen/sketch pen or anything beautiful and pretty to write with and write down my wishes on a brown paper.

I would smile,laugh,jump,grin and have any expression closely related to happiness while preparing my ever-so-precious list of want-to-have. Even mums gorgeous freshly baked cake lost its appeal when it came to making my wish list.It was always an emotional experience because I would be anxious waiting for Christmas morning to arrive from the day I would sit down to dream about my gifts.

Today when I was talking to mom about it I realized how much I miss those days.Yes!I realized Santa exists only in Disney and Cartoon Network.Though I cant recall when exactly realization struck.It just happened automatically.I came to know later when my grey cells got activated that all the while it was daddy dearest who would sneak in my wonderful little gift and place it in front of the christmas tree.He never dressed up as Santa and I never caught him placing gifts.He just remained his usual groggy self at 2 in the night and would tip toe into our tiny room to keep our gifts at their rightful place ; later I came to know through Mom.

So my Santa was a tall,thin, moustached man who carried packed boxes of gifts for my sister and I.No red dress, no big black belt, no rudolph and definitely no white beard.

I want those days back when my eyes would twinkle at the mention of Christmas morning.No doubt, Im still excited just that the situations are different.Now christmas morning means getting up late in the morning, travelling to visit friends and relatives, sharing food and cakes and other things.Just as good but never the same :)

I wish I could still place empty stockings at my door and wait for a miracle to happen:)

Fruit Juice...I will miss Thee..!

...Gone...Missing..Poof...!Into thin air..!

My favorite NATURAL HEALTHY FRESH FRUIT JUICE stalls are nowhere to be seen.They were my only source of happiness and joy as soon as I entered my local shopping area to buy groceries,sharpeners,erasers and the rest.Looking at a juice stall with paintings of Uncle Sharukh Khan and Aunty Aishwarya Rai though made me laugh it satiated my deep desire to guzzle down something that does not have any preservatives.I remember specifically telling the juice stall vendors "Rs-15,mix fruit,little salt,no ice and one straw" and how my heart leapt at the sight of seeing oranges and pineapples squished, like a three year left alone in a candy store to dream up her own fantasy candy combinations.Yes, every glass of juice excited me beyond understanding.

Depressed and sad?A walk to the juice stall is a must.Too happy?Treat yourself to a big nice glass of pineapple juice.Feeling rich?Take the biggest glass of pomegranate juice.

I saw couples cuddling, dogwalkers, Im-so-jealous-of-Katrina's-figure types all huddling in front of the juice vendor to get their own custom made glass of juice.Quite a sight I must say. At times considerate mothers would get plastic glasses with pictures of Barbie and Winnie the Pooh to make their children drink juice. Aaah... lest my Chintoo falls sick!How wonderful it was to just stand there and see the traffic go by, kids coming back from their tuitions with bags loaded enough to make a hole if they trip and fall, muscular hunks showing off their prized babes(read:cars) and daddies telling their little ones to drink juice so that one day they would grow up to become as strong as them.

I guess all good things come to an end.I'm sure my relationship with NATURAL HEALTHY FRESH FRUIT JUICES will continue till I'm alive and breathing because even if my love affair has been called off by the Supreme Court then baby I'm in the mood for rebound.:)

Litter & My Banter

“A different world cannot be built by indifferent people”--- Harace Mann


Seriously, how much effort does it take to look for a dustbin and throw that crumpled piece of paper inside a green colored one?! Absolutely not, we just can’t do that because our bones will turn to powder, the roads will consume us for dinner and the aliens might abduct us because it might just thwart their plans to see Mother Earth completely annihilated.
The apathy of the people when it comes to proper waste disposal leaves me flabbergasted. I have seen people nonchalantly throw plastic, chips packet, wrappers and ice cream sticks right outside a dustbin. And these are things which can be conveniently stuffed inside pockets or carried in our hands in case finding green and blue colored boxes is such an arduous task. It amazes me that people just don’t care enough to ensure that our surroundings are kept paper-plastic-chewing gum free. Nobody does that inside their homes then why inflict such torture on our only livable planet?!


Imagine going fast on a highway and suddenly you see something peeking out of the car in front of you and the moment you stretch your eyeballs to see what it is; that thing comes flying at your car front window and sits pretty till you don’t stop your car and take it off. This is so hair-pulling annoying that one just feels like driving the car at supersonic speed to bang it against the car which is giving comfort to people who never tire of being stupid by doing things like these. Its quite a sight; and a pathetic one at that, to see straws, Frooti packets, Lays packet with Saif giving that goofy smile, HANDKERCHIEFS (Phew) fly past you when you are driving on the highway. Why is it so bone breaking and deathly boring an activity to just keep the waste in your car till you find a proper area to throw it off? At times, I have to ask people to pick up bits of paper that is so easy to tear but difficult to dispose off properly. Other times, I had to carry ice cream sticks; tissue papers even Chewing Gum (Ewww!!) in my own pocket for some of my friends who couldn’t bear to carry it around themselves. Some give excuses for disposing BIODEGRADABLE items like fruit peels and leftovers on the road, saying that “Ohh, that will turn into dust soon”. But hello, till Mother Nature is working on her project to turn that apple into Dust, it will be lying there and that makes the area look downright ugly. I mean people wont really be jumping with joy if they see a half eaten pear (The real one) hanging from one of your vases kept on the side table. Then why such nonsensical attitude in public places?


Here environmentalist are crying themselves hoarse about impending disasters and wars because of environmental issues and we cant even make an effort to ensure that our candy wrapper is disposed off properly instead of decorating our roads and parks with it.
Spitting is another disgusting habit that drives me loony. In the middle of silent contemplation you don’t feel very peaceful when you suddenly hear that “Kraaaakk Thoooo” sound ending with red patches all over. Thank goodness, faint at sight is something that hasn’t happened yet! Walking around Connaught Place one can see white walls adorned with puke-inducing red patches coupled with the smell of ammonia!!Ugh!
Yeah, pillars of British Architecture are officially public urinals!


I believe awareness and strict fines ala Singapore with its $1000 fines for throwing trash around; can definitely bring such “Litter Spreading Crime masters” to book. Realization of the implicit effects of such callous behavior can motivate some, if not all to take positive action in this direction. Most importantly, it’s all about the Power of One. If each and every civilized person can take the initiative to ensure that their surroundings are kept clean, people around may either derive inspiration or face your ire for engaging in such behavior. After all, the responsibility lies within each one of us to ensure that our Planet is well taken care of by not allowing it to be turned into a revolving/rotating garbage sphere.

Metro Mania

When you do something daily, in comes the monotony and boredom of it all. Take traveling as an example. The daily drudgery of making a one hour journey to college in this wild summer heat is a proposition that doesn’t make me want to wake up from the comfort of my cozy bed. But this is something I cannot really wish away so I naturally hunt for some comic relief in my daily traveling expeditions. And there’s no better place in Delhi than our very own Metro Line that provides me with the much needed rib- tickling-hilariously-funny moments. Its pure unadulterated fun on most days to notice the traveling etiquette's of Saddi Dilli Ke Dilliwale*.

A variety of people travel daily in the metro but what excites me is that EVERYDAY I get to view mannerisms that swing from being outrageous to being bubblegum cute. It really amazes me sometime that people are at times totally unaware that people are sniggering, staring and scrutinizing them because of their Wohoo-I-am-the-only-one-travelling-in-this-train attitude. Take for instance, Loud Music; it plays havoc with my nervous system. I mean excuse me; this is Metro The Train and not Metro The Dance Club. There I will be immersed in my reading and suddenly KABOOM, I hear the highly obnoxious nasal twang of Himesh or a recent Haryanvi track that Shaadis in Dilli can’t get enough of. I notice a few people sympathizing with me and with each other but no one bothers to speak up. Knowing the sky high aggression levels of Delhites, no one really wants to pick up a fight first thing in the morning. Who knows, one might be stabbed for even suggesting toning down the volume from that peackcock blue colored funky Nokia mobile phone. But fortunately I once had a grandpa like Sardarji who glared down and roared at a skinny young lad who literally shivered at the much deserved verbal whack for being totally inconsiderate by playing ear splitting music. I’m sure he must have thrown his funky phone away after that scolding and swore never to play his awesomely cool playlist again.


At times what really deserves a kick on the rear is the attitude of a few people towards OBVIOUSLY pregnant women and senior citizens. I go through mixed emotions when I observe an indifferent behavior by commuters towards them. I can’t decide whether to feel amused by their tactics of avoidance or feel genuinely sorry to see the plight of women and senior citizens who really do need a seat much more than they do. Its funny to notice that a few people pretend to sleep, eyes firmly shut and heads down whenever they see (Yes they do see before the drama starts) a woman with a baby or a senior citizen. I say, why don’t they just start drooling and swing their head to and fro for extra effect. At times, people just make an extremely tired face all with the scrunching and screwing of the forehead and nose to let people know that they are too worn out to stand. Funny though, when it comes to their own Sheela-Leela-Sunny or Bunty they don’t mind jumping from their seat in a split second.


I must add that the most coveted prize should go to squatting on the metro floor. I don’t understand, during peak hours when people are packed like sardines and are squeezed to the extent that some feel breathless; some absolutely intelligent people squat on the floor to make space for themselves. At times families of eight to ten people with their dinosaur sized luggage enter the compartment and swallow half of the train floor space. Imagine an entire football team lying comfortable on the floor when other commuters’ are literally spilling out of the train roof and are about to touch the moon. This is when the anger of Dilliwalas* is released and people pretty bluntly ask them to move their butt up and stand like everyone else. Fortunately, I have never really encountered a fight regarding this but I remember digging my kitten heel into the foot of this absolutely ill mannered guy who rolled his legs down straight on the floor. Naturally, I just said sorry but the displeasure on my face was evident.


Sigh, If only people learned some basic lessons in how to behave, stand, talk and walk in a Metro compartment. My plea to the Delhi Government; I propose a crash course in Metro Travel Etiquette to be made absolutely compulsory.


* Saadi Dilli Ke Dilliwale - People of My Delhi
* Dilliwale- Delhiites