Battle of the bulge

Some day some way i am going to be thin. Watching Fashion T.V. was a gruesome experience. all those super slim super beautiful models how do they do it?

I love my food. The chocolates, the butter on hot toast, the vanilla ice-cream with oodles strawberry sauce and the list does not stop there. What to do oh what to do. All you great scientist there hear my plea. If you can send a man to the moon, can you not bust some fat cells?

Other day the newspaper said that looking at those yummy food pictures makes you lose weight. Some research that. Those pictures send me straight to the refrigerator looking for food! But then I must be an exception that proves the rule.

Those clothes, will I ever get into them. There was a time, eons ago I think, when i fitted into them. I was 50 kgs then. 25 years later I have added on 25 kgs. Wow how's that for synchronization.

Hey but I am not giving up some day some way I will be thin slim and trim and get into all those groovy clothes. But I shall not give up eating all the stuff that I love. When I shall find the secret of doing so, I shall let you know.

Limerick a laugh

(Written sometime in August 2009)

Limerick a laugh!.... an anger buster.

Rain rain everywhere but not a drop at home…..

Taps ran dry this morning, piles of dishes to be washed, heaps of laundry to be done and not a drop, wanted to tear my hair out, fortunately/unfortunately too short to get a handhold. 

Went down on my bended knees for the water gods to shower (pun intended) their benediction, tried the modified version of the Zulu rain dance to the beating to tom toms. Wished the rain dance to the gods would help; uhn uhn, to no avail, stone hearted, they turned a deaf ear, no water. An ice cube has more chance in the raging fires of hell.

What makes it worse is that, in the compound, ever so often the tanks in the buildings opposite our villa, overflow, with water that would put Niagara Falls to shame.

The most despised person on the premises is this guy who is supposed to make sure that water is available, at least during the hours the household chores have to be done.  At the beginning of each month, he struts around collecting a princely sum, from each and every family that resides in the compound.  You know for what?  For the water! 

He has the persona of Cesar, the Emperor of Rome, needs to be paid homage, about thousand and one salaams might just about suffice.

Mercifully we had water around 12 noon. Ufffffff.  

Anyway, other than swat this insect, I write a limerick in his honour......

Fellow called Mr. ‘A’ the fly,

buzzes around on the sly

he sits for a bit

along side a pit

thinking he is mighty and high.

At end of the day, stretched out in an armchair, Kalpana Swaminathan’s Venus Crossing, is unread in my hand.  Falling rain, pattering against the window pane, purring cat (in my lap), snoring dog (by my side) create a magical symphony. I said to myself, lotus eater, life cannot get much better than this.

Balmy rain viewed through the lattice of coconut palm, bowl full of vanilla ice cream sharing space with dark chocolate centered with malt whiskey laced marzipan.  To be eaten as follows, spoon full of chocolate, wait till is softens in the mouth, quickly follow it by vanilla ice cream.  Pure ambrosia from heaven, weighed with calories, full of attitude. Eating etiquette can go out of the window for this beauty.