Hug-oholic!

A hug is a great gift - one size fits all, and it's easy to exchange.  ~Author Unknown

I've used that quote just to substantiate how much a hug can mean and convey -- especially when words fail.

Now, i was not the kind to grow up being surrounded by teddy bears right through my formative years. Nor did i receive these warm fuzzy softies during birthdays. So the very concept of 'bear hug' eluded me for a really long time.
Yes, we did hug for Christmas, New Year and Easter but i was to come a long way before i fully understood THE hug.

Fast forward to circa 'Munnabhai' courtesy Bollywood the 'jaadoo ki jhappi' came on to be quite a rage around town. In being so, i gradually went on first from being a victim to then a victimizer *wink wink* The therapeutic effect was such that hugging was to me what digging a bone is to a dog...and we were a clique who knew just 'what' and 'how' to make things right -- even when we didn't know what made things wrong... And ironically enough, the ones that seized the wind out of your lungs were the ones that kicked your blues away :)


Everything was fine until some months back a friend who was a 'victim' of my hug retorted back with something to the effect of me being nothing but skin and bones... To this i replied that my purpose in life was probably to make others elsewhere in the world realise the plight of the malnourished children in Africa!!


HAHA..


And while being at it, here's another quote i found that probably fits me to the 'T': Everybody needs a hug.  It changes your metabolism.  ~Leo Buscaglia

It sure seemed to have changed mine *sticks tongue out*

Where's the ponch(o) line!?!

'Nuff said about how my "weight" (or more aptly put, the absence of it) has damaged my self esteem and dug crater sized pot holes on my path to self actualization. Will keep some of the other sordid details for another post.

So this time around, i am walking down the street with my mother. We walk past a girl. She (the girl) is wearing a 'kaftan poncho'. Telepathically,  my mother and i are thinking about the same thing - the piece of clothing.

My mother breaks the silence and asks me, "Would U wear something like THAT?"

My reply: "Well, it looked good on her. If i'd ever to wear anything like that...i'd have people raising their hands to salute me."

My mother looked baffled!

I said to her, "It would look like a flag hoisted on a pole."

She smirked.


My point: Being skinny or the oft quoted 'size zero' isnt quite the place to be...

P.S.: My fashion quotient is currently  represented in negative. I didn't know what the aforementioned piece of clothing was called. But i do happen to have a lot of time and Google doesn't mind... ;)

It's a Grin Story

Fact # 1: The Earth is small.
Fact # 2: Some people will say just about anything to have the last word.

Having established the aforementioned facts - which as this bit progresses along will make much more sense - i will get down to this rather silly incident that i obviously was a part of a couple of days ago...

I was to meet a figure of authority (whose name and designation i shall refrain from disclosing. Refer: Fact # 1) for some official purpose. If it already isn't established i must state that we are just about cordial with each other whenever circumstances bring us aamne-saamne... So while i was getting my work done, i was being attacked by a some real quick questions -- none of which deserve a mention.

I hate questions. For some inexplicable reason they make me feel like i'm a convict... But as stated above, i can be cordial. So in a very diplomatically un-like me i dodged the questions with a rather irritating grin pasted across my face.

Just when i thought it was all over (including the questioning)...i got a piece of unwarranted advice:
"You should put on some weight".

With my grin intact i exited the scene of the crime.
My last thoughts were something i've already mentioned. (Refer: Fact # 2)

Khali and Me!

The great 7 footer Khali is in town -- reiterating our obsession with size once again! While the tabloid article that had my attention was about the size (again) of his bed, i'm sure several others (tabloids, i.e.) have gone on to frivolously talk (just like me) about other not so important things to do with him!

Tracing SIZE back to my own childhood, it began with my dear mother. Back then, she was the sitting duck...victim to all the nasty insinuations that were meant for me.
EXCERPTS:
(to my dear mother)
"She's so thin."
"She's become thin."
"You should feed her blah blah blah ."
"Have you tried blah with her?"
"Don't let her drink so much water while she's eating."
"Make her eat blah ."

The good thing was that she never didn give a damn about the world :D And she had reason not to. She treated me like a human being and not a sacrificial turkey or goat - choose whichever you may - that ought to be stuffed! I was no sickly child either!!

But the "world" will not lie low at being ignored. So when the passage of time had passed...and i had grown from an insignificant tot to a not-so-significant-yet-to-be-deemed-adult, things had transcended to another level - where compliments adorned the garb of a double edged sword.
EXCERPTS:
(to my dear mother)
"She's grown nice and tall. But she hasn't put on any weight. She hasn't changed."
"Don't you feed her well?"

(directly to me)
"Wow! Look how much you've grown! BUT you're still so thin. Don't you eat?"
"Are you trying to maintain your figure?"
Those were the moments when i'd wished people talked to me about the weather!

Well, that also explains why i can't stand people who throw their weight around! *wink wink*