About Me

Happy Go Lucky Kinda Stuff! Curious, atheist, lil-bit adventurous, lil-bit rebel, nature lover, sometimes feel like to read and travel. Writing is drug, minute observer, believe in instinct, in awesome profession/academics. Love my people and my pets and love to be surrounded by them.

Saturday, January 31, 2015

Enviable Fitness Standards

Some people diet and have a very hard exercise schedule to maintain themselves. Errr rather to maintain some body weight balance. Some gals do amazing things like that in gyms. ;) 
See the last post. Simply wow na? 
And some are genetically gifted. They do nothing rather they are simply perfect the way they are.

Then there are some exceptions, who need to take care of their regular and proper "food-intake" to gain some weight for some balance. I belong to this latter category and this gift is rather than genetically more of a habitual gift. I think people who have lived in hostels for long period of time (years) either loose or gain weight there.  And that becomes a habit. In my case, it was loss, loss and loss of weight overtime. I never ever liked that spicy hostel food. Friends used to make jokes of that skeleton and grandparents used to give a lecture on that. It was in M.Sc. when I stated caring of my food habits. Since then my weight is almost-almost balanced. It seems Kareena has learned that from me ;)

I do not envy gals (even guys ;) who have enviable fitness standards rather I have them as my friends in real life or fellow bloggers for inspiration. I feel, at times, adversities give some strange kinda advantages also. In those advantages, I cannot ever forget an accident , turning cycling into kinda obsession as a routine. Do not know why, I start feeling bad automatically, if I skip that even for few days! 

I do not like gyms, never ever joined any. I am a nature lover so love walk as well as swimming but in pleasant weather only. What I realized overtime is that sleeping late night and waking up early and not having any kinda food in that time period do cause automatic some weight loss err balance. Weather does affect eating habits and so weight. Summer means need to take care of food intake. But winter means lots of "gaajar ka halwa", so no need to take care of any so called food intake. I hate it when some people "especially elders" come to my home without any gajar ka halwa. Did I say anything to someone? Naah! And Haan! I do not need any enviable fitness standards rather to keep the balance; I just need "Gajar Ka Halwa"!

Thursday, January 22, 2015

Beautiful Rhythms!

Rhythms of life is on beautiful track. Be Yourself. I love it this way. What I realized over time, no matter whatever you will do, there will always be some supporters, some neutrals and some critics. People will get all kinda cues from your random or regular updates.

I came across some sweet video in my updates, posted by some sweet lady on her FB and could not resist uploading it on my beautiful "Rhythms of Life", especially for those die hard fitness freak gals (bloggers).


Something different this year? Yeah! This year, I did not change the calendar of "Rhythms of Life" as used to do on every new year. This time, I decided just to let breath Rhythms of Life in timelessness. 

Friday, January 9, 2015

Original Copy ;)

I wonder, when people preach like they wanna make all human beings cloned copies of themselves. Every person is different. That is what makes human's world a colourful rainbow. Some things can be crazy for some people while can be normal for others. For some people rather most, especially in India, it is totally normal to stuck up at one place, in one job for life, on the name of security. This so called security is too abnormal and an obstacle in growth.

I wonder at times, what our education system teaches us? It makes and creates followers, "lakeer ke fakeer". No questions, no critical analysis else.

Else you gonna pay for that. Life is not to waste like this, to be like a frog of a well, whole life. It's always better to live for your passion, do what we like rather than following certain well defined path. Life is too short to waste as per so and so terms and conditions.

Some things sometimes, seem contradictory and still totally normal. I used to say I am weird, bear with me. But off late found so called normal people are weirder. I used to say I was not a family person but overtime felt I am more of a responsible family person and care much more than so called preachers. Off late I came across many rumours and literally felt like to slap hard the sick persons who spread them. I never cared to explain myself, let people say whatever they feel like. But when such things affect rather hit life directly then even the "I do not care attitude person" has to take action. 

Might be I am a bit crazy. I analyze things and in general do not attach myself much to anything except learning. I believe in living on the edge, living in the momentum and do not aspire much for securities. I love to have my base to come back but believe in continuous travelling. I believe in instinct and intuitions and "most of the times" follow them. Though at times felt, it's better to take people as per their face value. Overall, it is better to be original copy than a cloned and conditioned one, especially made by lakeer ke fakeer! I am the rare and only original edition, you cannot find my copies elsewhere ;)

Monday, January 5, 2015

Love is A Blessing

Love is a bliss as well as a blessing, which works in its own way, beautifully, dutifully, responsibly as well as magically! And when it works, wonders happen! It comes out of nowhere to direct, to lead, to give peace, to heal, to calm the wounds when you bleed. Ego, show off, possessiveness, dominance, jealousy, hatred, control kill it even without a blink. 

Love is where one can open his heart without any kinda judgement, can reach to you in need without thinking about any kinda fear. Aah! Too idealistic? Seems so. But such love exists in this world rather should say love can only be like that. 

Controllers kill love and show the face of human's wickedness.