its me!!

After constantly remaining at 78 kg for more than 4 years, I joined MBA course where I crossed 90 kg for the first time in my life. My friends were worried and showed that often. I was rechristened – Ball. This was the best my friends could do to show their concern. There is always a scapegoat that you find for the things that you don’t want to take credit (discredit) of. For my obesity, my scapegoat was my inheritance. I always blamed the inflated state of my physique to the fatter side my family. I also thought that God was unfair to me; that when I exercised (which was minimal by the way!), the effects were slow to show on my body, however, when I ate, the result was overly evident. There is some reality in the above statements and my blames were not altogether incorrect or unreasonable. I WAS born in a “healthy” family and continued the legacy. However, now that the legacy has gone just a few extra steps ahead, I think I need to “deal” with it. When your parents weigh less than

I have a confession to make. To my father and my mother. Every time I have felt horrible, depressed, sad, betrayed, hopeless, frustrated, scared, unloved or over-worked, I am reminded of you both. I call you, message you, remember you and want to be with you. All the discussions we had, all the delicious dishes that you prepared, all the gifts that I received, all the comfort that I get run through my memory. I get sentimental and emotional, and long for your embrace. I am reminded of all the responsibilities that I have as a son, and I even feel the need to fulfill them. And then it happens. I get comfortable. Situation starts looking fine again. Hope comes in, fear moves out, growth takes place of frustration, friends are all around, love gets kinder and the Work-hours reduce. I yearn for fun and “meaning” of my life. It is OK to let go of a few responsibilities especially those related to you both. I start spicing up my life. I start taking you for granted. I forget to call y

Strange where motivation comes from! While a friend of mine did a 'Project - 365' which meant one photo a day for a whole year, I thought why not start small, with one picture a day for 26 days starting with 26 alphabets of the English language!! This project was long pending. I was not getting right/appropriate words which matched the photos. I started anyways. Around 4 months back I bought my camera. Started clicking and posting on FB. As is the case with every novice photographer, I too started seeing lines and angles everywhere. There was not one thing that was not clickable. The world became more beautiful and colorful. I became more attentive. Anything under the sun was a prospective subject for me. I took numerous photographs in a short span. I was lucky that a few of them were nice and interesting also. Excess of anything is bad. Guess I forgot to apply that formula on my photography. This was a good example of the law of diminishing marginal utility. A time came wh