Busy man.........

Too much time and too little things to do..yeah this might make some of your eyes roll..in this this era where multi tasking has crept into even our daily bathroom chores.. i clear my throat and say again... too much time and too little things to do...

Well if not for others..my current state of affairs is somewhat like this...this is how my weekends pass by..after around 14 rs of sleep i woke up at 1pm yesterday...ate..slept for around 3hrs more..ate..back to a 14hrs sleep...yeah the mathematics isnt accurate here..but i dont deny..watched TV at times.. but thats it...no more additions..these 3 things only...then it became today..cant actually say it as today..its yesterday in a different name.....

Now when i take an intervel..after my food and before my sleep..i lay back and take a list of "to do things"..nothing...absolutely nothing.wow god has created some people like this also..awesome..Now you will be thinking how my weekdays will be...well that goes like this...

I reach office by 9.have breakfast till 9.15...reach my desk... read the daily headlines...if there are interesting stuffs like a celeberaty caught with hidden cam or a politician involced in a rape case...or my fav team won the match..then i will read it..else will browse for the second online newspaper...after this being repeated for almost 5 newspapers...and after i am convinced to the core that i am an update man today..i will move on ..to read the reviews of friday releases...the amount of time taken for this is directly proportionate to the amount of movies released that friday..and inversely proportionate to the length of the scirt of my colleage who sits right beside me.....after this i check the emails...if there is no much action items for me for the day..i move to checking my official mails..(please note that the former was my personal emails)..by now it would be lunch time...with a happy face i rise from my chair..with the gestures of a tired man...i slowly push my body to my cafeteria...hog...come back to my chair...take some rest..thn i will work for an hour or so...after that a tea brake..by that time i will be tired..i go work again for 30 mins...and then i will leave.....

5 days like this..and here comes saturday and saturday.....

My big potato.....

Recently my friend in his blog described me like an evolutionary chart of a potato..a small potato followed by a big potato...i immediately ran to the mirror in my next room..oh god..that journey appeared to be never ending...after i reached in front of the mirror ...i took off my T shirt in the nick of time.. (it reminded me of the typical English movie sex scenes,where the lady sprang forth on the man and rips open his shirt, and both breathless)...i was also breathless..but only after seeing my pot belly hanging like a ripe coconut which is about to fall from its tree..no not coconut..i would call it a jack fruit..i wondered how on earth can one part of the human body blow up so unproportionately when compared to the other organs...and that too without the permission of its owner....i slowly started breathing again... dude...wake up..decide now...if i go like this i will not fit into one photo frame...the girlies will not have the time to reach my face after covering my big potty..my colleagues will start seeing a big belly walking down the street ..and behind it will be my humble body clinging on to it....

it was the decision time.. no more junk food..light breakfast..oil and ghee was shown the exit way from my edible list..moreover oil prices are soaring.... absolutely no-no to rice and yes-yes to fruits.. exercise..gym..swim..hop..skip..jump..what ever it takes to get that thing back to its position...

next morning..woke up at 5..went to the nearby gym..came back home with aches..but the determination held on..i should teach my belly a lesson.. i wanted to make it into a six pack from the current family pack state...

days passed one by one..my decisions also started passing by one by one..snubbing me...from 5 am my wake up time stretched to 7.30 am..gym became just another building that existed in the neighbourhood...i dint want to peep into others' building...oil and ghee re-entered into my edible food list..skip-hop-jump-swim gave way to cuddle,stubborn sleeps...fruits stayed back in the markets..i refused to carry them home..junk food again became the best gift of god....

but one decision lingered..its still hanging in the hook of my mind...any time it would fall down..but as of now, its holding on tightly..and that is no rice at night...i was proud..so was my belly..it looked up every time and said to me..loser u failed again..and i am still growing..

today after coming back from my office...i stopped in front of my usual dinner place..fortunately or unfortunately i saw the waiter serving hot spicy chicken biriyani at the nearby table..it was properly garnished...and mouth watering.. no ..no dude..no..no rice...i was adamant..but still my eyes were on that plate..and my mind trying to control my instantaneous hormonal imbalance and enzyme reactions.... the waiter walked up to me.. in an stiff voice i asked him for the day's special... he politely replied.."Spicy hyderabadi dum biriyani", .......rest is history................it has fallen from its hook...

Markets...markets...markets.............

Gone are those good 'ol days when my mom wakes me up early in the morning during my vacations and forced me to go to the fishmarket right across the river with my dad to buy some fresh fish. I still remember it with a 70mm smile , me walking through the middle of the road half asleep and the other half refusing to wake up..with one hand rubbing my eyes and the other hand holding my barmuda's elastic tightly so that it will not fall off and make my french fries visible to the rest of the morning crowd who would have woken up early to get a warm sunshine and a good view of the morning spectrum.. it would be more embarrising for them to have seen it than me who would have still carried on without even knowing that one the basic necessities of the human species have just fallen down from his waist... i still cherish those moments when the big truck drivers honk arrogantly from behing my back and i look back and see that the headlight of that mighty truck milli meters away from my tiny little butt..and that half drunk ,half sleepy but fully muscular truck driver singing songs at me early in the morning from his seat and his middle finger dancing to the tune..i would give an innocent smile at that fellow...abusing him to the core in my sub conscious mind..as my conscious mind is always afraid of the muscular drivers.. then and now... :-)

This is the part of my nostalgia when i hear about the word markets...until 3 months back.. there are lot of markets..some are regular markets,some are seasonal,some are early morning markets and others late night ones..but there is one that opens on time and closes on time..functions only on weekdays just like IT industry guys.. this market makes the rich poorer,,,and the poor ...poorest..its called the Stock Market.. i was poor till 3 months back.but now i am poorer by 20k..i went short on a stock which went up nearly by 10% in 2 days..this is what my stock broker say to me everytime i ask him why i lost money... i am yet to figure out which language he is speaking................

Now you will understand why when i think about my childhood markets i am so happy...at least the only thing i bad that time was losing my early morning sleep and hearing some early morning rhymes.but i would get some good fish currey for dinner.. but now..i lost my money..i dont know who got it...how i lost it... the only similarity now and then was ...in both periods..i lost my sleep.....