Thursday, May 8, 2008

Women Vs Weight

** This short post has been inspired by Scrubs Season 2 Episode 3 titled 'My Case Study' **

There are, perhaps, only a handful of women who'd honestly and confidently say, 'I'm the right size and I'm happy with my body.'

The rest of us fair, lesser mortals are doomed to whining about our over-sized (or undersized) busts, bellies and behinds (However my pet peeve are my 'biceps'. They fall under the over-sized category. In your face, Yokozuna).

My own life is really a chart from Chubby to Overweight to Obese to Plump and back to Annoyingly Overweight. There has never been a Just Right.

W vs W is a timeless battle and I personally don't have any girl friends who have won the 'war'. I guess you can blame it on the fashion industry who decides what is the next size 0 (If I got it right, it's currently 32-24-32) or maybe even that big group of male jerks (oops, did I just anger my male friends? You're not part of them, sweeties!). But in the end, it all boils down to your own self-esteem.

I admire those handful of women who don't really care how their bodies look. They haven't let themselves 'go'. In fact, they are the only ones who truly appreciate themselves and know what's really important in life.

I'm striving to be like that. To be Healthy and forget about Weight. Obviously it's very difficult. But definitely achieveable.

:)

Saturday, May 3, 2008

Sandeep

A chubby face. Barely any strength left. Trapped in his body. Unable to speak. That's how Sandeep Menon, my batchmate, spent his last few hours on earth.

If I could imagine his free spirit right now, he would be hovering right over my shoulder, laughing at every word I typed. 'Trapped?' he'd say, 'Damn right! But chubby? Give me a break, I was still as handsome as ever!'

That's how I remember Sandeep: Funny, enthusiastic, positive, this one bright beam of energy.

He was not my close friend. I can't tell you what his favorite color was or how he liked his food. But he was one of those magnetic personalities whom you couldn't draw away from.

Everyone from my college days knew who Sandeep Menon was. And almost everybody can tell you how he touched their lives.

In my case, he gave me that extra shot of confidence. He never once made fun of my broken Malayalam. Called me pretty when I felt least so. And when I was most worried about changing jobs, all he said was 'Go for it. You won't regret it.' And I haven't. Not one bit.

Like I said, I didn't know Sandeep much. I visited him when he got sick for the first time. Met him a couple of times in Bangalore. Scrapped each other on facebook. After that, I didn't keep in touch.

When Sandeep got hospitalized for the last time, I didn't want to see him. I preferred to keep only happy memories of him inside. Call me a coward, if you will.

Sheryl let me know as we spoke on the phone, 'I can't imagine a world without him.'

I don't think a lot of people can.

Right now, I can't get myself to say 'Sandeep, may you rest in peace.' Because having known him, this would be more apt: 'Dude, have a great time at that never ending party in the sky'.

Anyway, Sandeep, my man, someday we'll meet again. Till then, I have to say... goodbye.