Sunday, 30 November 2014

Daughter's letter to her mother

Dear mother,

I know that I am pretty wild at times. I know that I sound crazy at times. I know that my dreams scare you. They give you sleepless nights making you worry about my future. I know that you love me from the day I was a zygote in your womb. I know that you secretly swell in pride each time you see me achieve.

Today, I want to tell you something. I know you will flip out and start your drama again tonight. Still, I want to say something. For the sake of our own good. This is an attempt to bridge that unseen void between us that brings up the fight every time.

Ma, please understand that we both are from different times. Most of the things do not work the way it used to. Leaving my hair open or waking up late on a Sunday is perfectly normal. So is talking about taboo subjects. But, love still remains the same. We are old school when it comes to choosing our man. It might look like I am flirting with many jerks and on phone round the clock. But I know where to put the end credits for a boy's episode in my life. Your little daughter has inherited that strong women intuition from you.

You brought me up telling fascinating stories and taught me standing up for myself. You advocated me to be independent and strong headed. I understand your so called fear of what my would-be in-laws would think of my night pants and slang. Whenever you get such a panic attack please remember that you have taught me manners and decorum too. I can woo those aunties and make you proud any day. It's a cake walk, Ma.

Last but not the least, please do not threaten me with marriage as a punishment for my wildness. You can't get me married off because I crossed some arbitrary line. By telling so, you only make me hate the whole idea. Also you know that I am strong headed and won't accept the crap. Ma, I have the options that you didn't have at that age. And you too did not listen to all those that was told to you. You should understand that I have the right to make my mistakes and learn from it. Please stow that overprotective instinct of yours.

P.S: where is that pink Saree of yours? I need that for tonight's party.

Wednesday, 26 November 2014

Digital Dustbin


Modern day Pandora box it is;
Beholding a whole world within.
Magic box does it look like;
Not more than a few inches thick.
A wonder still it is for many,
Gaping at how it works in a jiffy!

Limits it does have in bits and bytes;
Squeezing and cramping unfeasible.
Yet it has space to hold information,
Beyond the idea of space dimension.
Unity in diversity it believes in;
Accepting all with open arms!

A file stored is like a grain of salt,
Saved securely in the Dead Sea.
Searching for this needle file
Is a conundrum than the hay stack!
Digitized is the collected garbage,
Tucked in the depths of Duat! 


Similar surnames sabotage sanity;
Redundancy reigning retrieval.
Digital dustbin in disguise it is;
Detangling data becoming a dream!
Indigenous intellectual it requires,

To sort and seek through this madness!

Wednesday, 19 November 2014

GM Diet challenge experience



This comes as a consolidated blog because of various reasons.

  1. I was held up in work.
  2. I was lazy to write. 
  3. I fell sick on day 5.


Yeah, the above reasons are the factors that you are reading this as a consolidated blog. GM diet has definitely broken certain myths and created a few new ones too. This blog is only a personal experience. But, I should definitely thank the random coincidence in which I got to know about the GM diet.

I wanted an encouraging push in my weight loss regime and GM diet came as a wonder in it. It has helped me lose a few kilos rapidly and give me the moral boost to continue further in the Herculean task of losing 29 kgs totally. Readers can find my diet chart below. Any further queries can be posted in the comment section.

Okay.. Okay! Enough of the prelude..! We are all interested in nothing but the results. GM diet helped me lose 3.5 kgs in a span of 7 days despite falling sick for three days in the end.
What did I eat?



I am a vegetarian and a raw vegan for breakfast and lunch. So, adapting to this diet was comparatively easier. Still, I had to drink milk for breakfast on day 4 and consume brown rice for lunch on day 5, 6 and 7. Below is the detailed chart:

DAY
Breakfast
Lunch
Dinner
Snacks
Day 1
Papaya
Assorted fruit bowl of Pears, Apple
A bowl of water melon
Orange
Day 2
1 glass of Ash gourd juice
Bowl of diced Ash gourd and crated beetroot
Two bowls of wonder soup
Crated carrot
Day 3
1 glass of Musk melon juice
Cucumber and Carrot slices
A bowl of watermelon
Pomegranate and pear
Day 4
1 banana and 1 cup of skimmed milk
A cup of wonder soup and 1 banana
1 cup of milk
2 bananas
Day 5
Crated cottage cheese with capsicum, onion and tomato
Half cup brown rice with curd and one tomato
Half cup Brown rice porridge with curd and 4 tomato
none
Day 6
1 glass of Carrot juice
Half cup Brown rice porridge with curd
Half cup Brown rice porridge with curd
Wonder soup
Day 7
Bowl of watermelon
Half cup Brown rice and curd
Half cup brown rice with curd
Apple juice

There were no dips in the energy level during the diet. I was active as ever and indulged in work-outs and sports. However, by end of day 5 I fell sick. Had high temperature and throat pain. Doctor diagnosed a severe throat infection and was given heavy anti-biotic dosages. She also clearly mentioned that GM DIET WAS NOT THE REASON FOR SICKNESS AND ADVISED TO CONTINUE THE SAME DURING MEDICATION TOO.

The sickness did take a toll on my work-out regime. I couldn’t do any of my regular workouts. I sincerely doubt that, had I done workout for the last three days too, I would have lost a little more. It’s okay!

I am planning to continue this diet intermittently along with my work outs to reach my target weight of 57. I weighed 81.5 when I started the diet and at the end weighed 78.


To maintain this and not gather back the lost weight, my raw vegan diet shall help.  

Reference Links:

http://www.gmdietworks.com/general-motors-diet/gm-diet-indian-version.html

http://penurheart.blogspot.in/2014/11/gm-diet-challenge-day-2.html

http://penurheart.blogspot.in/2014/11/gm-diet-challenge-day-1.html

Thursday, 13 November 2014

GM diet challenge: Day 2



Last night I successfully ended day one of GM diet with dreams filled of Sambar Rice rich with aroma of ghee and onions and carrot. Yummmm.. Just recalling makes my mouth water. But morning my weight machine shooed away all the demons. Yeah, there was a weight reduction of 1.1 kgs. I know it is just fluid weight loss, still, I felt like kissing my weight machine. Can there be a better start for the day? There I had enough confidence to sail through Day 2 of GM diet.

Here goes my Day 2 Chart:

Today’s Weight: 80.4 kgs

Breakfast: Glass of raw pumpkin juice
Snack: Crated Beetroot half- raw
Lunch: A bowl of raw pumpkins and crated Beetroot
Snack: 2 diced raw carrots
Dinner: Two bowls of Wonder soup
Had 8 glasses of water.

Felt no side effects. In fact, had a very energetic day playing and running around with kids. Beating the temptation was quite difficult. But envisaging loose Kurtas helped overcoming. So did reading the success stories of people who took up the diet. Even as I write this blog, my mind is wandering to the delicacies reminding their lingering tastes. Day 5 has cottage cheese in it (Inside I’m dancing in 
glee for that). So yeah, successful Day 2 ends.

Reference Links:

http://www.gmdietworks.com/recipes/vegetarian-recipes/gm-diet-wonder-soup-recipe.html


Wednesday, 12 November 2014

GM Diet Challenge- Day 1 Experience


Being bubbly (Read Obese) and lively, I had seldom been a believer of dieting. If there are only to categories of people: People who live to eat and People who eat to live, I would definitely fall under the first category. What is the point in exerting your time and effort to earn money if you cannot spend it to have that favorite lasagna? Foodies will know what I am talking about.

When I was first spoken to about Raw Vegan dieting, I didn’t understand the head or tail of it. How can you survive with raw vegetables, fruits and nuts? But, when I saw the results in my friend, I was intrigued to know more. I am not referring to weight loss and getting into shape here. I am referring to glowing skin and youthful look. Who wouldn’t want it? Amazing it looked. Yet, it took me a month to mentally get prepared to follow the diet.

Okay, this blog is not about Raw vegan dieting. This is about GM diet that I have started today. I shall post my experience for the next seven days and the results along with it. Now, now.. This is purely a weight loss crash diet I am following to shed a few extra kilos before my birthday (21 Nov 2014).

The diet looks quite simple given that I am already a partial-Raw Vegan.




Day 1 weight: 81.5 kgs (thanks to the hogging in past 1 week for gaining 1.5 kgs.)
Breakfast: A cup of half papaya
Snack:  one Orange
Lunch: A bowl of diced apple (2 nos.)
Snack:  one Orange
Dinner: A cup of half papaya and slice of Melon

Had almost 10 glasses of water.

Experience: Quite thirsty throughout the day. Evening was badly tempted to take a bite of that cheese puffs from my friend. I thought I will kill for it. Cheese is to be blamed for and not me. But, restrained myself by visualizing the extra weight loss. A 40 minute brisk workout with stretches, jogging and skipping. No fatigue or headache. May be because I am a Raw Vegan and my metabolism is already used to only fruits and vegetables. Felt light throughout the day.

What is life without experimenting and pushing your limits? Yeah, it is quite difficult to beat the temptation and keep up the will power. I have faith and persistence as my supporters to do this. And of course, the concept of delayed gratification of hogging those cheese and Paneer delicacies ( Mouthwatering even now).

Come tomorrow to know how it is progressing!

Reference links:

http://blog.smileprem.com/cooked-food-vs-raw-vegan-food/

http://blog.smileprem.com/5-months-of-raw-vegan-experiment/


en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Raw_veganism

http://www.gmdietworks.com/

http://www.wikihow.com/Follow-the-General-Motors-Diet





Saturday, 1 November 2014

Super Ego of a Writer- Kannada

This Kannada version of the poem was written by a  great well-wisher and dear uncle of mine: Ravi Tirumalai. Thank you so much uncle for this wonderful translation :) :) 


ನಾನೊಂದು ಆದಿ
ನಾನೊಂದು ಅಂತ್ಯ
ನಾನೇ ಜಗತ್ತು
ನಾನೇ ಶೂನ್ಯ
ನಾನೊಂದು ಕಡಲ ಜಲದ ಹನಿ
ಆದ್ಯಂತರಹಿತ ಕಡಲೇ ನಾನು
ಏಕಾಂತ ನನ್ನ ಮಿತಿ
ಒಂದು ಕ್ಷಣಕ್ಕೆ ನಾ ಸ್ತಬ್ಧ
ನನಗಾಗಿಯೇ ವ್ಯರ್ಥ ಹುಡುಕಾಟ
ನಾನಿಲ್ಲ ನಾನಿರುವೆಗಳ ನಡುವೆ
ಕಣ್ಣ ಮುಚ್ಚಾಲೆಯಾಟ
ಮೂಲೆಮೂಲೆಯಲ್ಲೂ ನನ್ನನ್ನೇ
ತುಂಬಿಕೊಳ್ಳಳು ಪರದಾಟ
ಅಸ್ಪಷ್ಟ ನೀತಿ ನಿಯಮಗಳ ನಡುವೆ
ನನ್ನ ಯೋಚನೆಗಳು ಜೀರ್ಣವಾಗದೆ
ನಿರಂತರ ಪ್ರಶ್ನೆಗಳ ಸುರಿಮಳೆ
ನಿರುತ್ತರದ ಸ್ಥಿತಿಯಲ್ಲಿ ತಲೆಬಾಗುವೆ
ನಾನಾ ಪರವಸ್ತುವಿಗೆ
ಎನ್ನ ಪದಗಳಿಂದ ನಾನಮರ
ಗೋರಿಗಳಿಂದೆದ್ದು ಕೂಗುವ
ಎನ್ನ ಪೂರ್ವಜರ ಕರೆಗಳಿಂದ
ಬರೆಯುವುದೆನ್ನ ಹಕ್ಕು, ಧರ್ಮ
ಅಣಕವಾಡುವವರು, ಅಣಕಿಸಲಿ
ಹೊಗಳುವವರ ಗುಣಗಾನವಿರಲಿ
ವಿದ್ವಜ್ಜನರೊಪ್ಪಿಕೊಳ್ಳಲಿ, ಸೂರ್ಯನ
ಕಡೆ ಮುಖಮಾಡಿ ನಾಯಿ ಬೊಗುಳಲಿ

Kannada Readers, please give your feedback on the poem.

Super Ego of a writer



I am the beginning
I am the end
I am the universe
I am the vacuum
I am a drop in the ocean
I am the never-ending ocean

Oblivion is my limit
Arrested not for a minute
Searching for me is futile
‘Cause I exist and extinct
Hide and seek I play
Filling every corner with my presence

Morals are abstract concept
My ideas are hard to digest
I constantly question
Leaving no stone unturned
I bow only within
To the God particle intend


Immortal I am with my words
Haunting generations from grave
Writing is my right and business
Fool’s criticism; flatterer’s praise
Wise’s acceptance; Hater’s howl
Are dogs’ barks at Sun!





Wednesday, 8 October 2014

Bittersweet



Flame you are and Moth I am,
Attracted to your dazzling flame!
I know you will burn me;
Thinking it will scar me.
But, definitely trust me-
I will nothing but be ashes!

Whenever I see you walking
All I can do is only looking.
A tiny thought is nagging
That it will be forever yearning!
I know I should be fighting
‘Cause you are worth the pining.

I can’t win my inhibition;
Though you’re an obsession.
Your love is soul corrosion- and
My call is an abomination!
I should stick to indecision- but
It will bring only revulsion!

Waiting with sands of time
I deliberately let you ebb away;
A nice lady shall take claim
I shall be in emotional foray.
It will become a loaned love
Paying back my debts in kind!

Like the broken illusion of mirage,
You broke delusion with marriage!
Like clarity comes with damage,
My senses came with sabotage!
Grief that formed a blockage,
Made my senses to engage!

Love is nothing but letting go;
Love has nothing to do with holding back;
Far or near, my love is absolute;
Wear or tear, it won’t be obsolete!
Love has no fear attached to it;
Love is definitely hard to contemplate!

Renouncement is the peak of bond;
Realizing this shall make it fond!
Regrets: I hold none to lose you,
Reinforcing my love for you!
Retard might I sound to the world;
Rejoice at heart is all I hold!


Happiness shall come your way
Each and every night and day
From distance I shall behold,
With little love left untold
Oh, this is all bittersweet!!
Oh, this is all bittersweet!!


Wednesday, 3 September 2014

The taboo called “Marriage”- A loud musing!


This blog is a reflection of my personal experience in the past few days. Reflection of a simple 23 year old girl with hopes and ambition at heart. The entire blog is opinionated and personal. Readers are requested not to get agitated or offended for the views present in the blog.

In India, the moment your degree is complete, the first question a boy faces is, “So.. Landed in a job?” if a girl, then the question is, “So.. When are the wedding bells?” Even before she realizes who she is and what she wants in life, social pressure to get married starts. It gets worse with every adding year. Let us stop for a minute here and analyse what exactly are we trying to, or supposed to be doing with our life!
You are born and you grow up. You attend school and learn the skills for battling in life. You reach college and choose a course (mostly, parents’ or friends’ choice) based on which you can set your career. You work for a living, or try fulfilling your ambition and eventually make a mark for yourself in some possible way. This is professional life!

Personally, your body grows and so does your brain. You create a social life and maintain several types of relationships: Relatives, cousins, siblings, friends, enemies and etc. With the exposure and learning you get, you try finding yourself and the purpose for this life. During this long life, you find a match for yourself to live with. Who can possibly make your life journey interesting and worth travelling. Someone to grow old with.
This last part is where I find problem. Like said above, it is growing old with someone. Finding the bond or getting into a relationship is not a task to be done on your to-do list! Humans need a companion in some or other form of relationship to sustain and grow in this world. But why make it an equation and set boundary for it?

A guy’s bank balance and currently drawn salary package is not the pre-requisite to spend the rest of the life with him. Neither does his glossy car or lavish house make him eligible to share my room till our last breath. Nor his parents’ qualification and his qualification make him the right choice to live with. Okay, these things matter too! I am not a go-and-fall-in-love-blind type. But where is the compatibility quotient here?

Just by hearing the above said features, how do I decide if he is my soul-mate? I am not saying that falling in love is enough to marry someone. I can like a boy. He can make me happy. But will it last in the long run? Are we compatible enough? Just because you love someone, doesn't mean that you have to get married to them. Does it? Loving someone definitely makes them a potential person with whom you can tolerate the life. Yet.. Compatibility matters..  Opposite poles or similar poles, attraction isn't enough for a healthy relationship. Be it physical attraction or intellectual attraction or money attraction.


I honestly don’t know how to find the compatibility quotient with a man. Like I said, I am still understanding myself. Unless I have a clear answer for myself, how can I promise someone that this is what I am? Getting settled isn’t the purpose of life. A comfortable house, a few kids to rise and a doting husband can be the perfect life for many women. Great! Please go for it, and be happy in your heaven. But why force a girl with a different opinion to settle for the same life?



I am ambitious! I have dreams! I want to live them! During this journey, if I find my prince, I don’t mind getting married even the very next day. But for the sake of getting settled or growing old, I don’t want to be with someone. Neither is there any obligation to be with someone because I like him.

This blog is more of a self-assurance activity, where I don’t want to lose the connectivity with myself given the pressure I get from loved ones around me. A loud musing! Whenever I feel I lose the grip over myself and get caught in the whirlpool, this blog shall remind that I am a free spirit, and shall follow only what my heart says! 





Monday, 1 September 2014

Longing Loneliness!


Where are you my Angel, Making my days wrinkle??
Come with a twinkle to make my day sparkle!

Drizzle that touches my face
Twilight basking in its own pace
Yet..  There is no magic fleece
Of your arms to embrace!
Heart thaws at your thoughts
Mind with emotion droughts
Soul unable to bear fraught
Fixed your way is my eye taut!

Where are you my Angel, Making my days wrinkle??
Come with a twinkle to make my day sparkle!

It’s Autumn for my heart:
Come to pick the fallen pieces
It’s Monsoon for my eyes:
Come to wipe till it ceases
It’s Summer for my skin:
Come with your breath breeze
It’s Winter for my soul:
Come with warmth for it’ll freeze.

Where are you my Angel, Making my days wrinkle??
Come with a twinkle to make my day sparkle!

A glimpse of your dazzling smile
Is enough to sustain for a while.
Heaven at your strong shoulder
Is enough to beat blue boulder.
A touch with your little finger
Shall embellish ‘n’ ever linger.
That little of your presence
Shall make a world’s difference.

Where are you my Angel, Making my days wrinkle??
Come with a twinkle to make my day sparkle!


Time is a sickle bringing freckle.
How to tackle this emotional fickle?
Be my bangle or chain in ankle,
Knows this mangle in no angle.
How did you wangle such a tangle?
Heart in dangle with no handle
Is there regal in all these haggle?
No answer even in google making my mind boggle!

Where are you my Angel, Making my days wrinkle??
Come with a twinkle to make my day sparkle!

Hope is all I’m left with
And no rhyme left with
End seems nowhere
You are somewhere
Come to me soon
Don’t wane like moon!
There, I’m signing off- But
Here is my question,

Where are you my Angel, Making my days wrinkle??
Come with a twinkle to make my day sparkle!