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The first prayer!

Hunger.. Pasi.. Bhook.. All refer to state of mind where you can only think of food and nothing else.. this blog is just about that one word.. and my experience with it recently.. this blog is real, comical and ofcourse philosophical..

A few months ago I read about this magic diet program called as the Master cleanse program. Googling this would give you tons of information. it is basically a ten day diet program where u drink nothing but a special lemonade and some salt water.. nothin just nothin more.. it guarantees to clean ur body.. make u feel more healthy and lost around 10 pounds of fat. I have been wanting to try to this program for a long time but never had the guts to do so.. coz i am so much into food.. to tell a little fact of how much i love food.. this incident happened when i was in my 4th standard in school.. was about 9 years old i shud say..

I was always inspired by these tamil movies at that time.. and had always heard of little boys running away from home after fighting with their parents and sometimes even big guys running away from homes and making it big.. one fine day the same situation happened at my home.. for some reason i had a fight with my dad and it was turning out big.. in the end i had to use the most powerful word to my dad.. (my mom was making something in the kitchen as usual).. I shouted at my dad.. "Ippdilam panna.. Nan veeta vittu velia poiruven.." which means "If you keep doing like this i would run away from the house forever".. i expected my dad to keep his hands on the head.. and in a very sad way sit in the couch.. and my mom to come out running with tears in her eyes asking me not to go.. thats why i said those magical words so loud.. well for those of u who know my dad.. it turned out a bit different..

VELIA PODA.. (GET OUT).. was my dad's only words and he walked away.. my mom dint even bother coming out of the kitchen.. and my sister was happy that i was leavin home and she dint have to fight or share stuff.. I was kinda dumbstuck and dint know wat to do.. but my ego had gotten into my head.. how can my dad say that.. so i really wanted to show him i can do it.. so went to the bedroom.. took a bag out and started taking my clothes and putting them in.. my dad suddenly came into the room.. i thought he had realized his mistake and had come to ask sorry.. he gave another me another shock "You got all these in my earnings.. so it belong to me. leave it here and go and earn on ur own.. " I was full of ego now.. but i had nothing to take.. still i wanted to leave home.. i walked out.. with nothing in hand and not even knowing wat is earning.. the only income i had was my dad s purse.. i cud take 5 rupees or 10 anytime i wanted.. never had to ask him..

we were living in a rented home in salem at that time and so i went to the ground floor where the house owner lived.. and was sitting in the stair case.. thinkin where to go.. i had never been outside a lot and the only place i knew to go was my school. it was a sunday and it was a long distance to walk.. dint know the bus routes at taht time.. my house owner came to me and asked why i am sitting here.. i said i ve come out of home.. he laughed and went inside.. i was even more angry now.. full of fumes in my head.. i came out.. there was a tailor shop next to my house and i used to chat with that tailor at times.. so went and sat inside his shop.. even he laughed when i told him wat had happened.. i sat there for 2 or 3 hours.. thinking of wat to do.. wehre to work.. cud i join in that tailor shop itself.. while these thoughts were running in my mind. there was another feeling growing strong.. very strong.. MY HUNGER..

oops i badly wanted to eat something.. all i was thinking was about the next meal.. i cud not control it any more.. my dad never seemed to care and he was doin his work.. while sitting hungry even one minute seems like an hour for me.. so after a long time.. my mom came to the balcony and shouted.. "Nambi.. food is ready..."
I never thought of anything else.. my legs started running towards my house automatically.. i convinced myself saying that my mom and dad had convinced me and asked sorry by sayin food is ready.. all my ego and fear had melted away in my hunger.. i ran to the table and started eating like an animal..

Now coming back to today.. the lemonade diet. i badly wanted to try this one.. to loose those 10 pounds.. i thought this was a short cut to all my regular workouts in the gym.. i have to sweat for an hour everyday and dont know for how long to loose ten pounds.. so i decided to give it a try...

It was day 1.. i was all ready for my office witha big bottle of lemonade for all day.. it was fine till evening when i got back home.. i cud see all the nice restaurants on the way.. the smell was pulling me too hard.. i cud not sleep in the nite.. for the last 48 hours i ve been thinking of nothing but the food.. but i still cant beleive i was successful on day one..

when i woke up on day 2.. i was so hungry i wanted to eat something.. i thought of even chewin some food and spitting it out.. coz i was so much into biting somethin.. but still with great determination i made the second bottle of lemonade and took it to office.. everyone around me was eatin something or the other.. icud see ppl only eatin.. nothin else was visible to me.. it started to look like as if the whole world was designed for ppl to eat.. which when u think abt it.. is a lot true.. it was almost end of second day.. when i got two emails.. first for a bday party this weekend. and food started comin to my mind again.. how can i miss that party.. second for a six hour meetin tomorrow.. which i cannot handle.. as i need to use the loo every 30 minutes coz of the lemonade.. it was then i decided to quit.. i had a soup and called it off.. i thought it was easier to sweat it out in the gym.. infact on day two i was only finding reasons to quit..

the worse part was taht first day i was googling all the good things about this diet to keep myself motivated and the second day i was googling all the side effects to finda reason to quit.. on the whole i was not myself when i was on this diet.. but finally i was in this diet for two days.. and ten days seems like an eternity..

Oh yeha and here is the philospophical part... "We all say God created everything in this world.. but think about.. it was Food that created God.. what would have been the first prayers.. go back a few thousand years. would man have asked for a ferrari car.. or a CEO job.. or a beautiful wife.. or Pass Mark in Board exam.. what would he have asked for.. what would have reminded him of God.. it shud ve been his hunger.. when there is no food and no where to go.. his first prayers would have been... God give me some food.."

Cheers!!

Nambi

The DAY!!!

love marriage vs arranged marriage.. well this is one of the most common topics of debate in india.. it does not exist anywhere else because arranged marraiges are unique to india.. especially south india..

I remember having given this topic for debate when i was in college or even in school.. its the topic that comes up most between parents and kids.. but this blog is not about the debate or the argument.. but how one would feel on the day of those marriages.. even though i blindly support love marriages over arranged ones.. when I think about the day of the marriage.. i am force to change my stance.. there are many things that an arrange marraige offers that love marraiges dont.. this blog is just another cruisin thought of mine on this topic..

First let me analyse the boring side. the day of a love marraige.. the guy knows the girl well.. the girl knows the guy TOO well.. they have already had their arguments and differences sorted out.. you really dont ve big dreams or expectations coz u pretty much know what u r gonna get.. u kinda know how things are going to be after u get married to her.. a comparison wud be liking eating a meal that u ve cooked.. u pretty much know how bad or good its gonna taste.. another simple comparison would be think of the topper of ur class in college.. The way he goes to write a sem exam.. All confident.. he knows he can answer any question that comes up.. all he is thinking of is if he will get a 99% or a 100%.. he is cautious not to make any silly mistakes that would cost him the centum... cmonn.. is this how u go to an exam.. how boring it is.. ur like a machine writing all the correct answers for those 3 hours.. but this is how precisely love marraige will
be..

Now comes the interesting analysis of an arranged marraige.. u ve no idea if the girl is devil or an angel.. its like taking you to a field.. tossing a coin and saying.. heads.. spend the life with a devil.. tails.. ur lucky.. in real life probability heads would come up 75% of the time.. coz many angels have already fallen in love.. you have many dreams and the most common one wud be to marry a village girl like the roja movie.. or u also have the nightmare of a nagging wife who always comes in old Visu movies.. I really wonder how my dad wud ve felt on the day of his marriage.. he saw on my mom a few minutes before he was about to tie the knot... thats real guts i tell u.. and not only my dad.. many from his generation had those guts.. i dont even wanna think of it.. Infact the first person who my dad met was my mom's dad... who had come to receive him in the railway station.. if my dad had imagined my mom anything close to her dad.. he wud ve run
away ;)

well this scenario is pretty much like how most of us had taken a semester exam.. we are awake all nite long slogging for that one extra mark that could determine pass or fail.. while going to the hall we think of all the gods possible and offer anything for a passmark.. we study like 10 percent of the entire book and we expect the entire question paper to be out of that.. even the last minute discussions are like who is going to be the supervisor today.. many of us wud be wanting a cute hot young lecturer.. who would not really mind us looking at the anwer paper in front.. and one who we could admire while we are not writing anything.. (which would be like half of those 3 hours) we get so creative that we make new hand signals every exam to pass one mark answers.. usually those ten multiple choice questions decide the result.. we are more bothered about the seating arrangement than the questions taht are gonna come.. so much to write about and it cud
still be never ending.. this the thrill that arranged marraige offers u..

but its all for one day and one day only.. for those of u want to risk a lot for this one day.. go for arranged marraige.. i am not in for it..

Cheers!!

Nambi