"Hah! Hah! You fatty you! An elephant is what you are!" screamed many students from my class and other classes alike. I was fat, obese, overweight, a load-roller, you know whatever makes you happy.
But one day, I just cracked! I couldn't stand all the dissing and teasing any more. I put my fist through a wall....but I missed and hit the door, BUT IT SLAMMED REAL HARD!! I didn't do anything about it though, you know, all the teasing and all, I didn't take any action to prevent it from happening in the future.
On one fateful day though, I put on my track pants, my bro's sports shoes and went in search of a GYM near my house, which luckily I did find.
The first 3.... okay, okay.....10 days was easy-going and smooth with all the easy exercises. But after the 10th day came on the heat!! I was made to run up and down a stairwell which had about 22 steps!! It was hard work, but I was determined to lose all the extra fat in me...
Finally after a long month I reached 82 from 88 kilograms!! I was happy with the result which made me even more determined!! I ran a lot and I did more time in the gym and it hurt a lot! But it had to be done...
Another month had passed and I reached (with a hell lotta hard work, and pain) 75 kilograms... again I was really happy... friends praising me, family praising me and all!
One day I just, you know, thought that it was enough......"maybe 75 is supposed to be THE weight!!!" I though..... so I went down to the store and bought a packet of Cheese balls and a bottle of Fanta and sat down to enjoy some time with them, while watching The Pursuit of Happyness....
The next day all sleepy in the morning.... I stood on the weighing machine and Oh.....My.....GOD I had increased 5kgs after the previous day with the chips and the fanta.......
So now it called for more intense workouts and more steppin'....... Now!!! Finally!!! I am 66 and I look great..........but now the bad thing is that my folks think I'm too obsessed with this Weight Reduction thing......
But I'm gonna keep goin'....till I know that I should stop......until then......it's never ENOUGH!!
Tuesday, March 31, 2009
Saturday, March 28, 2009
Ipod, never trust it with your bag....
"Another day! Another boring day at school!!" I thought as I was in the auto going to school. But you know, I was kinda glad that I had my Ipod mini with me, my friend... the "friend" who gave me company isolating the outside annoying noise with my favorite songs!
That very Ipod and I have some great memories, the first time I got it, I put in my favorite Michael Jackson songs, and kept listening to it everyday.
Then some days went by and its colour-coating of silver faded and it grew older and older month after month and there was soon a new "baby" in the house, my dad had brought in an Ipod Video just like a doctor would a new born baby, and my old friend lay in my cupboard, sometimes I think that tears would roll down his cheek.
Later it hit the stage of coma and stopped working, we were all worried and my dad as usual came to a conclusion that the Ipod had passed away to the heavens (do you really expect such an awesome friend to go to hell?!!).
Years later when I was finally 15 I took my old buddy out and when I just touched it, the Ipod that was once believed to have passed away, came back to life as if nothing had happened. I quickly put it to charge and was so happy that I started talking to it.
But now that happiness has been shattered by someone who stole my life-long companion. So there I was coming back from a boring, tiring day at school and when I got into the auto, put the bag on my lap and checked for the Ipod, I noticed the place in my bag where the Ipod would rest, was torn apart!!! I got tensed up at what my father might say and what my mother might say! I almost cried, when I felt that I had to tell my dad the truth, aware of the "consequences"!
I went home and told all about this, but my dad was understanding and didn't get mad at all. He asked me questions that led us to thinking about a certain guy in my class who is popular for his thefts . The guy kept pushing my bag this evening while we exited the school.
Now there is a chance, of which I am sure that the guy might have felt my Ipod in my bag since it was in the first zip and taken it out...
Now I'm sitting here, writing this and thinking of ways to get the Ipod back... my old friend, my buddy! Well I won't know till I confront the guy (not physically!) about this issue...
So, I have to wait for the weekend to come to an end before I can even begin to think that I would get my Ipod, my buddy, back again resting in my pocket with the Dell noise isolation headphones pouring my favorite songs into my ears.... *sigh* well we have to wait till monday won't we?.... but until then I'll keep my fingers crossed....
That very Ipod and I have some great memories, the first time I got it, I put in my favorite Michael Jackson songs, and kept listening to it everyday.
Then some days went by and its colour-coating of silver faded and it grew older and older month after month and there was soon a new "baby" in the house, my dad had brought in an Ipod Video just like a doctor would a new born baby, and my old friend lay in my cupboard, sometimes I think that tears would roll down his cheek.
Later it hit the stage of coma and stopped working, we were all worried and my dad as usual came to a conclusion that the Ipod had passed away to the heavens (do you really expect such an awesome friend to go to hell?!!).
Years later when I was finally 15 I took my old buddy out and when I just touched it, the Ipod that was once believed to have passed away, came back to life as if nothing had happened. I quickly put it to charge and was so happy that I started talking to it.
But now that happiness has been shattered by someone who stole my life-long companion. So there I was coming back from a boring, tiring day at school and when I got into the auto, put the bag on my lap and checked for the Ipod, I noticed the place in my bag where the Ipod would rest, was torn apart!!! I got tensed up at what my father might say and what my mother might say! I almost cried, when I felt that I had to tell my dad the truth, aware of the "consequences"!
I went home and told all about this, but my dad was understanding and didn't get mad at all. He asked me questions that led us to thinking about a certain guy in my class who is popular for his thefts . The guy kept pushing my bag this evening while we exited the school.
Now there is a chance, of which I am sure that the guy might have felt my Ipod in my bag since it was in the first zip and taken it out...
Now I'm sitting here, writing this and thinking of ways to get the Ipod back... my old friend, my buddy! Well I won't know till I confront the guy (not physically!) about this issue...
So, I have to wait for the weekend to come to an end before I can even begin to think that I would get my Ipod, my buddy, back again resting in my pocket with the Dell noise isolation headphones pouring my favorite songs into my ears.... *sigh* well we have to wait till monday won't we?.... but until then I'll keep my fingers crossed....
"Dream" what it really is...
Well, there I was sitting and talking to my dad about my Ipod that got "stolen"....and we were suddenly talking about dreams and thoughts and the brain....
My dad is an extraordinary guy with theories that really convince you and this was one of 'em. He said, that a person's brain is like a PC...
It has it's RAM which is the right part of the brain, and the left part of the brain is like the HDD of a PC, so now...
He said that whatever you see when you're awake, the brain later while you're asleep takes all the things you have seen like "jpeg's" and processess them into the left "HDD" and when it's doing this it arranges them and when it is doing so, the images CLASH together creating mixed up thoughts, which we may think is a prediction of the future.
You could've seen someone riding a bike, and later in the day you would've seen a red apparel. The brain, when you are asleep processes all these images and they would eventually merge at one point when the brain is organising them. This gives the dream to the person as, maybe... a red day, everything is red and no other color is seen, with a blurred version of the person and the bike being ridden across a blurry version of the location the person had seen the former on.
Well? Does this convince you?
My dad is an extraordinary guy with theories that really convince you and this was one of 'em. He said, that a person's brain is like a PC...
It has it's RAM which is the right part of the brain, and the left part of the brain is like the HDD of a PC, so now...
He said that whatever you see when you're awake, the brain later while you're asleep takes all the things you have seen like "jpeg's" and processess them into the left "HDD" and when it's doing this it arranges them and when it is doing so, the images CLASH together creating mixed up thoughts, which we may think is a prediction of the future.
You could've seen someone riding a bike, and later in the day you would've seen a red apparel. The brain, when you are asleep processes all these images and they would eventually merge at one point when the brain is organising them. This gives the dream to the person as, maybe... a red day, everything is red and no other color is seen, with a blurred version of the person and the bike being ridden across a blurry version of the location the person had seen the former on.
Well? Does this convince you?
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