Friday, 24 June 2016

Delivering a Parent

It has been close to 18 years , yes around that many years ago that I became a  father. My son delivered a father who is an adult now. Yes the father is an adult, isn't it.

Looking back at  this "adult father " is an interesting proposition and I now want to reflect on this  journey.

The first thing that comes to my mind is that whether being a "father" is same as being a "parent" .I think it is not . Honestly I had absolutely no idea of what is to be a parent. We tend to assign words to many things but never reflect on their significance. I am no different. I have not reflected but will now do and will share that with you.

All that I remember now is that it was a very new and different feeling, which is difficult to put in words. Over these many years there has been a new realisation that there is someone whom you have manufactured, in some sense. You have a kind of ownership of this entity. You have a kind a responsibility to make this creature comfortable. Yes these are the earliest memories that I have that the kid should be fed sufficiently, should have a sound sleep and must be ready to play with us. The initial few years were the time when it was a toy. All wanted to play with the child.

As the years have passed , realise that both the conscious and the subconscious is at play to "make" this creature someone like you and also "not" someone like you. 

war on weight

June 25th , 2016

My struggle with  the weight continues, or rather struggle with eating continues.

It has been over an year that I embarked on this journey to take away almost 30 kilos from my heavy frame. I have been successful in some ways but have not been successful in the real way.

Started the journey on the June,5th, 2015 , almost being at 97 kgs. The best I could achieve has been is 89 kgs, but wait, this has been a kind of a barrier. I have come down till this point not to go beyond but again go up and hover around 92-93 kgs.

There is only one problem, eating or rather hogging....from biscuits, namkeens, chapatis, sweets...you name it and I am onto to it shamelessly.

Have tried taking vows, gone to the temple swearing in front of the deity, writing down close to 200 hundred times that I will not eat bread, pickles, namkeens, potatoes, sweets, biscuits and more , but the restraint lasts only till the time I am writing. It simply vanishes the moment I see the food. It seems that the brain that thinks about restraint and the brain that hogs are of two different people.

So once again today on this bad summer day of 25th June I gather courage to penn down my battle with the bulge.

I commit to adhere to avoid all the junk and commit to war on weight again...amen.