Here in US, 60% of the advertisements I see on TV are on weight lose, obesity, weight management, exercise equipments and some other miraculous products which would instantly make you slim and sexy. This is the land where Eight out of 10 over 25's are overweight…gosh!! Or the other way around teenage girls suffering from bulimia…
I used to tell my friend how anybody can grow ‘THIS’ fat!! From last 12 years exercise has been part of my routine. I can tell you instantly what activity/food would burn/provide you how much of calorie. For me personally workouts are time when I am myself, enjoy the great music and feel my thumping heart at the rate of 162 BPM. I run for about 3.2 KM (planning for 5K :-) ) at the speed of 9 KM/Hr and the other weights and floor stuff. It’s just out-and-out fun for me. I love buying cool mp3, gym wear, latest cardio meter watches or comforting running shoes….I even have worked out at 12 in the night and I really don’t know how the ‘physically fit’ part is determined in personality.
I admit that I failed to change my few friend’s lifestyle after realizing…if it continues this way it’s gonna be miserable. They will come up with nonsense proverb ‘With food or without food, anyway you would die, why not with food’. Hey!! But why not die happily, choose your death, why you have to suffer or die helplessly …the worse part is you can’t die, so easily. some time I even feel pity of seeing two small feet carry the hundreds of kegs mountain…and get angry too when they complain bloody age and arthritis…As usual…Because I feel so concerned…
Anybody can enjoy all the food anytime with flaunting physique if they really see for them selves how great it is to pay little attention towards their habits. It’s really nice where people misunderstand you five years younger then your real age. The lump of flesh including your brains can be beautiful composition of accuracy, agility, stamina and speed. 15 minutes of brisk walk (7 Km/Hr) can elevate your mood or refresh you from built up tension. Physical exertion release «feel good» chemicals in the brain -- that is, endorphins, the body's natural painkillers. Endorphins are the reason why soldiers in battle and sportsmen/women in the field don't always feel the pain of injury till later; often they feel just the excitement and euphoria of taking part and, perhaps, winning.
Respect your god given tool man, and do not abuse, Please…
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Just do it!
Saturday, March 15, 2008
Tuesday, March 11, 2008
Golly!!
I opened the door at 7 in the morning to head office. And 'Golly!!!' there were around 10-15 coins of 10 cents...properly kept and did not seem like fallen accidentally....
okay I collected those and kept it aside in the bag...my surprise continues when I turned back and pull the door to be closed and there was a small note stuck with a message "Jesus loves you, where ever you go, he will find you there"...Okey...typical satiric smile,"yeah, well... you see someone loves me... Jesus, cool !!"
okay I collected those and kept it aside in the bag...my surprise continues when I turned back and pull the door to be closed and there was a small note stuck with a message "Jesus loves you, where ever you go, he will find you there"...Okey...typical satiric smile,"yeah, well... you see someone loves me... Jesus, cool !!"
I wondered if any known person has played the prank or may be the apartment authority would be having some customs...nothing I could figure out...I thought since easter is approaching someone would have picked up the door no.607...On Monday morning for Little Miracle...
Friday, March 7, 2008
Uniting Generations and it's Teachings.
Concept vise it’s not all that different when you see the present combines past and future. But happen to think about existing four lives in me. My Grand parents, parents, siblings and kids (cousin’s and sibling’s)
Baa and Dadaji (grand) filled me stories over millions of subjects. Baa taught me the centuries old poems. She gave me the love for Arjuna and the archery. She lives the example of uneducated lady comes to city to struggle and educate her four children. Dadaji explaind me that to eat is heaven and enjoy the life. He secretly gave us all the forbidden freedom for kids, like drinking the tea by log fire in the cold winter night and talk about robbers. He used to make us cut the wood by saw, clime on the mango trees and jump back into bullock cart before Pappa catches us; he introduces us to the splendor of riding horse.
My mother gave me the example of how important the husband is. She used to carry me and show me the stars just before making ready for the school. Every summer she prepares those my favorite chips without fail and preserves all the ingredient, Papad for the entire year. She ensures there is milk in the house at any point of time. She pasted my exam timetable on the kitchen wall. She asks me what is software engineering.
And my father, the most favorite person in family. He constructed my personality, coached me for the life in any circumstances. He shared my feeling when I was 15 yrs and I had the first crush. He told me there is a no other option of hard work. He scolded me for my mistakes & motivated me in my failures. Every time I get scared I want to go to him and he will say ‘yaa hom karine pado fateh che aage’ a line from Narmad’s Gujrati poem. i.e, ‘Make a fearless yell inside and jump in there is just a victory ahead’. My father taught me about Samrat Ashok with the message at last ‘Budham Sharnam Gachhami’.
Coming to the third generation, my time, my brother and sister or my friends. Just plain love and care and loads of laughter. My darling sister used to finish her exams and come to Bangalore to support me during my exams. She would fill the thermos with tea before sleeping if I have the night out studying. She has amazing sense of humor where we shared the tons of amusement over every silly matter. And my brother is like small dad. Well, I fought with him more then anybody because we are always equal. He used to buy me the Hero pens which I still like from the shop next to his school. He taught me to ride the bicycle and the Yamaha Rx100 and the car too. He used to solve my trigonometry doubts in 11th-12th. Now we talk about agriculture and new business development. My Friends who accepted me for the way I am, doubtlessly. They loved me for my being, shared all my laughter and tears and never left me alone. They trusted me, wanted me without any practical worldly reason.
And the story comes to my five months old niece. She awakened the child in me again. I sing all the songs to her, which I learnt from my mother and granny. And the other kids in my family or neighborhoods bring out the most mischievous self in me. We play pranks and all stupid games. I am so much rejuvenated after spending an hour with them.
Now being in awe… will I sustain this generations in me. Will I survive the values, the felicity of routine day to day life and the heavy weight idealistic teachings? We all have so much to offer to the world, and to our self. There is so much to retain instead of holding upon needless grieves. Happiness and gratitude is the only choice we have, either we look back or front. Why to clutch the conflicts and let the beautiful simplicity go?
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At last philosophy of the entire century is common sense of next.
Baa and Dadaji (grand) filled me stories over millions of subjects. Baa taught me the centuries old poems. She gave me the love for Arjuna and the archery. She lives the example of uneducated lady comes to city to struggle and educate her four children. Dadaji explaind me that to eat is heaven and enjoy the life. He secretly gave us all the forbidden freedom for kids, like drinking the tea by log fire in the cold winter night and talk about robbers. He used to make us cut the wood by saw, clime on the mango trees and jump back into bullock cart before Pappa catches us; he introduces us to the splendor of riding horse.
My mother gave me the example of how important the husband is. She used to carry me and show me the stars just before making ready for the school. Every summer she prepares those my favorite chips without fail and preserves all the ingredient, Papad for the entire year. She ensures there is milk in the house at any point of time. She pasted my exam timetable on the kitchen wall. She asks me what is software engineering.
And my father, the most favorite person in family. He constructed my personality, coached me for the life in any circumstances. He shared my feeling when I was 15 yrs and I had the first crush. He told me there is a no other option of hard work. He scolded me for my mistakes & motivated me in my failures. Every time I get scared I want to go to him and he will say ‘yaa hom karine pado fateh che aage’ a line from Narmad’s Gujrati poem. i.e, ‘Make a fearless yell inside and jump in there is just a victory ahead’. My father taught me about Samrat Ashok with the message at last ‘Budham Sharnam Gachhami’.
Coming to the third generation, my time, my brother and sister or my friends. Just plain love and care and loads of laughter. My darling sister used to finish her exams and come to Bangalore to support me during my exams. She would fill the thermos with tea before sleeping if I have the night out studying. She has amazing sense of humor where we shared the tons of amusement over every silly matter. And my brother is like small dad. Well, I fought with him more then anybody because we are always equal. He used to buy me the Hero pens which I still like from the shop next to his school. He taught me to ride the bicycle and the Yamaha Rx100 and the car too. He used to solve my trigonometry doubts in 11th-12th. Now we talk about agriculture and new business development. My Friends who accepted me for the way I am, doubtlessly. They loved me for my being, shared all my laughter and tears and never left me alone. They trusted me, wanted me without any practical worldly reason.
And the story comes to my five months old niece. She awakened the child in me again. I sing all the songs to her, which I learnt from my mother and granny. And the other kids in my family or neighborhoods bring out the most mischievous self in me. We play pranks and all stupid games. I am so much rejuvenated after spending an hour with them.
Now being in awe… will I sustain this generations in me. Will I survive the values, the felicity of routine day to day life and the heavy weight idealistic teachings? We all have so much to offer to the world, and to our self. There is so much to retain instead of holding upon needless grieves. Happiness and gratitude is the only choice we have, either we look back or front. Why to clutch the conflicts and let the beautiful simplicity go?
Close up:
At last philosophy of the entire century is common sense of next.
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