Tuesday, February 28, 2017

ABOUT OUR RELIGIOUS INTOLERANCE











“For the God on the mountain, is still God in the valley
When things go wrong, he'll make them right
And the God of the good times, is still God in the bad times
The God of the day, is still God in the night.”

This song by Lynda Randle is one of my favorites. I have written around its lyrics and shared the song a couple of times before… and, today, as I was writing on the subject of Religious Intolerance, mysteriously, Lynda’s words popped up before me…

“Life is easy, when you're up on the mountain
And you've got peace of mind, like you've never known
But things change, when you're down in the valley
Don't lose faith, for you're never alone.”

Which God are we talking about here? The Christian God or Hindu God? Muslim God or Jewish God? Sikh, Jain, Buddhist, Zoroastrian, or is He the God of the Godless – an atheist's?

Really, the thought simply amuses me.

I was born as a Roman Catholic… My Christian faith – sorry, the ‘Roman Catholic’ faith – came to me with my birth. It took some years to realize, even in Catholics, we have many divisions and groups… leave alone Christianity at large!

And, along with this realization, came more: Not just in Christians, but in every religious faith, there were divisions and groups… in Islam, in Hinduism, in Buddhism, in Jainism, in Sikhism, in Judaism and Zoroastrianism… even in the Godless Atheism!

God made man… and man made Gods!

Honestly, God must be laughing watching all that goes on - here on this planet – yes, all in His name!

To me, the faith in my God is purely personal... just as the faith of my fellow-being is. I cannot and I should not try to push my faith on my fellow-being and the same holds true to my fellow-being…

Live and let live… Hello, we are on a ‘leased land’… Actually, on a trespassed one… We haven’t got a lease agreement, even!

So, when I see this arrogance, this constant friction, hatred, intolerance and bloodshed... all in the name of religion and God, I look up to the skies and throw my hands…  "My Lord, my Lord, forgive us all… For, we know not what we are doing!”

Yesterday, I watched a video shared by my friend, Srikant. It was about 13-year-old  Mariam, who had won the nationwide contest on ‘Bhagvad Gita’. There were over 4,500 contestants… obviously, most of them from the Hindu faith. But, then, for this Muslim girl to win… yes, there must have been a strong reason… In the video, Amitabh Bachchan was talking to this girl and her parents… “I am much bigger than you in age and height,” I heard Amitabh confessing to the little girl, “but, I  feel very small before you, today!”

When I heard father of the girl, Mr. Siddiqui,  saying, “I am a Muslim inside my house… But, the moment I step out of my house, I am a Human Being!”… yes, when I heard this, I said to myself, “Hey, that ‘is’ the definition of religious tolerance!”


God have mercy… Please forgive us, for we do not know what we are doing!

GERALD D’CUNHA
Video: YouTube
Pic.: Azriel D'Souza

Monday, February 27, 2017

ONLY THE MOON IS MISSING






I had taught Aparna some twenty-five years ago. Presently, she lives in Gurgaon with her husband and little son – who she has playfully made famous by the nickname ‘L’le Tiger’. Aparna carries in her body that funny bone which delights all of us, particularly her FB friends… She had been delighting us with L’le Tiger’s stories even when he (when she had no clue whether it would be ‘he’ or ‘she’!) still inside her belly. Aparna’s stories about her L’le Tiger don’t seem to end…

Last evening, Aparna shared a lovely picture of L’le Tiger and his L’le lady friend at Agra’s Taj Mahal. I loved the picture, instantly... and my mind had started working around it…

“What are these little kids watching?” I wondered, “What is crossing through their mind?”

Many years ago, when I had been on a visit to Agra with my wife and little son, what took my breath away was not the romantic glory of the Taj under the moonlight… not the passion with which Emperor Shah Jahan had built it in memory of his last wife, Mumtaz, taking 22 years and 22,000 workmen to build this gigantic monument - hailed as one of the new Seven Wonders of the world… No, I wasn’t impressed or inspired by all these, at all… On the contrary, I was numbed by the tragic tale that awaited us when the guide took us to the Agra Fort, where Shah Jahan’s own son, Aurangzeb, had kept his father captive… with a window through which the fallen Emperor could view the great monument of love … and suffer there a slow and silent death!

Yes, to me, the story of Taj Mahal is not a romantic one… It’s a sad one. A tragedy!

When, little kids grow up, they will know why love cannot be confined in colossal monuments… but only in simple, sincere and clean hearts!

I think, one of the greatest gifts we parents can give to our little children is the quiet wisdom that Love is simple. It is sincere. It is silent…

Just as the Moon…

Probably, that seems to be the reason why I had left my comment on the amazing picture shared by Aparna: ‘ONLY THE MOON IS MISSING’!

GERALD D’CUNHA
Pic.: Aparna Deshmukh


Sunday, February 26, 2017

WALKING ON THE CLOUDS






My colony friend, Vijay, had migrated to Bangaluru to take up a new job assignment starting from 1st of this month. Since his four-year-old son Shiva’s academic year is yet to end, Vijay’s wife and son would be joining him after the completion of this school-year.

While leaving for my Tai Chi class, this morning, I was delighted to see Vijay on his motor bike, with Shiva proudly sitting in front of his dad. It was Vijay’s first home-coming since his migration to Bangaluru…

“So Shiva, daddy has come… You are happy?” I ran my hand over little-fellow’s head.

The little head nodded with a huge blush on the face…

The daddy and the son were on their way for a hair-cut… I placed myself behind Vijay on the motor bike…

When I reached Tai Chi class, I was happy to see Kannan almost after 2-3 weeks. I knew that he was busy with his son’s migration to Australia to do Masters. Thus, I asked, “Kannan sir, son has gone?”

“Yes, he has gone,” Kannan replied.

“Missing him?”

Little Shiva is his parents’ only son… and Kannan’s young son, too, is the only son of his parents. In parting, if our hearts don’t feel the sorrow, I think, we are not being honest. “Goodnight, goodnight parting is such sweet sorrow that I shall say goodnight till it be tomorrow,” I was a 17-year-old boy when our English teacher was dramatizing this Romeo and Juliet lesson in our class…

Yes, parting is such sweet sorrow… If it is not, we are stones, not humans!

“When your son is old enough to wear your shoes,” Kannan reminded me, “he is your friend. I have been cool about his activities… The young kids, these days, are smart enough to find their way out in distant lands… We did not have to do much about our son’s migration except for arranging funds… He had done everything.”

Kannan’s son was confident about his parents. But, not his friend’s… “Appa, please talk to my friend’s  parents… They are still not able to overcome the (sweet) sorrow.”

“We cling on to our children and children cling on to us in return,” Kannan explained to me the phenomenon of finding peace in letting go, “I told my son’s parents, ‘Look, our sons have just gone to Melbourne to study and not to Kargil to fight a war… Relax.”

I remembered our Tai Chi teacher’s statement on the camp night at Lonavala, three weeks ago. “Relax… drop your shoulders… feel the freedom… feel the lightness… as if you are walking on the clouds!”

I had paused for a brief moment to allow that statement to soak well in my heart, that night!

“Too much of head-work keeps us heavy and imprisoned… Trusting our intuitive powers and trusting the all-merciful Universe alone can bring us that lightness of freedom from our concerns in life… We should trust more in our hearts and less in our heads…”

Kannan was telling me this story, once again, today…
“In his Theology exam, this little boy was asked to write an essay on ‘The Miracle at Cana’*. While the entire class could write long essays and complete the paper in time, this boy was found ‘lost’ in his thoughts with a blank paper before him. Just before the time had ended, he wrote this seven-word essay: ‘The water met its Master and blushed’!

The boy, who later became the famous Poet**, had won the first prize for his one-of-a-kind essay!

The boy just had to walk on the clouds for turning his seven words into a masterpiece of an essay… just as the Master had to for turning jars of water into fine wine… All that Life needs for miracles to happen is: the ‘element’ to meet its ‘Master’…

It was little Shiva’s blush, this morning… and, it was the Kannan’s enchanting story in our Tai Chi class  that have made me, too, ‘blush’… yes, here in this Post!


* It was the first miracle Jesus had performed after He had started His active spiritual journey… At a wedding in the village of Cana, when the hosts were tensed as wine had gone out of stock, Jesus had converted huge jars of water into delicious wine.
** There are many versions about the identity of this poet… Lord Byron, Alexander Pope, Milton, Richard Crashaw and so on.

GERALD D’CUNHA
Pic.: Chetna Shetty



WALKING ON THE CLOUDS





My colony friend, Vijay, had migrated to Bangaluru to take up a new job assignment starting from 1st of this month. Since his four-year-old son Shiva’s academic year is yet to end, Vijay’s wife and son would be joining him after the completion of this school-year.

While leaving for my Tai Chi class, this morning, I was delighted to see Vijay on his motor bike, with Shiva proudly sitting in front of his dad. It was Vijay’s first home-coming since his migration to Bangaluru…

“So Shiva, daddy has come… You are happy?” I ran my hand over little-fellow’s head.

The little head nodded with a huge blush on the face…

The daddy and the son were on their way for a hair-cut… I placed myself behind Vijay on the motor bike…

When I reached Tai Chi class, I was happy to see Kannan almost after 2-3 weeks. I knew that he was busy with his son’s migration to Australia to do Masters. Thus, I asked, “Kannan sir, son has gone?”

“Yes, he has gone,” Kannan replied.

“Missing him?”

Little Shiva is his parents’ only son… and Kannan’s young son, too, is the only son of his parents. In parting, if our hearts don’t feel the sorrow, I think, we are not being honest. “Goodnight, goodnight parting is such sweet sorrow that I shall say goodnight till it be tomorrow,” I was a 17-year-old boy when our English teacher was dramatizing this Romeo and Juliet lesson in our class…

Yes, paring is such sweet sorrow… If it is not, we are stones, not humans!

“When your son is old enough to wear your shoes,” Kannan reminded me, “he is your friend. I have been cool about his activities… The young kids, these days, are smart enough to find their way out in distant lands… We did not have to do much about our son’s migration except for arranging funds… He had done everything.”

Kannan’s son was confident about his parents. But, not his friend’s… “Appa, please talk to my friend’s  parents… They are still not able to overcome the (sweet) sorrow.”

“We cling on to our children and children cling on to us in return,” Kannan explained to me the phenomenon of finding peace in letting go, “I told my son’s parents, ‘Look, our sons have just gone to Melbourne to study and not to Kargil to fight a war… Relax.”

I remembered our Tai Chi teacher’s statement on the camp night at Lonavala, three weeks ago. “Relax… drop your shoulders… feel the freedom… feel the lightness… as if you are walking on the clouds!”

I remember pausing for a brief moment to allow that statement to soak well in my heart, that night!

“Too much of head-work keeps us heavy and imprisoned… Trusting our intuitive powers and trusting the all-merciful Universe alone can bring us that lightness of freedom from our concerns in life… We should trust more in our hearts and less in our heads…”

Kannan was telling me this story, once again, today…
“In his Theology exam, this little boy was asked to write an essay on ‘The Miracle at Cana’*. While the entire class could write long essays and complete the paper in time, this boy was found ‘lost’ in his thoughts with a blank paper before him. Just before the time had ended, he wrote this seven-word essay: ‘The water met its Master and blushed’!

The boy, who later became the famous Poet**, had won the first prize for his one-of-a-kind essay!

The boy just had to walk on the clouds for turning his seven words into a masterpiece of an essay… just as the Master had to for turning jars of water into fine wine… All that Life needs for miracles to happen is: the ‘element’ to meet its ‘Master’…

It was little Shiva’s blush, this morning… and, it was the Kannan’s enchanting story in our Tai Chi class  that have made me, too, ‘blush’… yes, here in this Post!

* There are many versions about the identity of this poet… Lord Byron, Alexander Pope, Milton, Richard Crashaw and so on.
** It was the first miracle Jesus had performed after He had started His active spiritual journey… At a wedding in the village of Cana, when the hosts were tensed as wine had gone out of stock, Jesus had converted huge jars of water into delicious wine.

GERALD D’CUNHA
Pic.: Dr. Odd/Internet



WALKING ON THE CLOUDS




My colony friend, Vijay, had migrated to Bangaluru to take up a new job assignment starting from 1st of this month. Since his four-year-old son Shiva’s academic year is yet to end, Vijay’s wife and son would be joining him after the completion of this school-year.

While leaving for my Tai Chi class, this morning, I was delighted to see Vijay on his motor bike, with Shiva proudly sitting in front of his dad. It was Vijay’s first home-coming since his migration to Bangaluru…

“So Shiva, daddy has come… You are happy?” I ran my hand over little-fellow’s head.

The little head nodded with a huge blush on the face…

The daddy and the son were on their way for a hair-cut… I placed myself behind Vijay on the motor bike…

When I reached Tai Chi class, I was happy to see Kannan almost after 2-3 weeks. I knew that he was busy with his son’s migration to Australia to do Masters. Thus, I asked, “Kannan sir, son has gone?”

“Yes, he has gone,” Kannan replied.

“Missing him?”

Little Shiva is his parents’ only son… and Kannan’s young son, too, is the only son of his parents. In parting, if our hearts don’t feel the sorrow, I think, we are not being honest. “Goodnight, goodnight parting is such sweet sorrow that I shall say goodnight till it be tomorrow,” I was a 17-year-old boy when our English teacher was dramatizing this Romeo and Juliet lesson in our class…

Yes, paring is such sweet sorrow… If it is not, we are stones, not humans!

“When your son is old enough to wear your shoes,” Kannan reminded me, “he is your friend. I have been cool about his activities… The young kids, these days, are smart enough to find their way out in distant lands… We did not have to do much about our son’s migration except for arranging funds… He had done everything.”

Kannan’s son was confident about his parents. But, not his friend’s… “Appa, please talk to my friend’s  parents… They are still not able to overcome the (sweet) sorrow.”

“We cling on to our children and children cling on to us in return,” Kannan explained to me the phenomenon of finding peace in letting go, “I told my son’s parents, ‘Look, our sons have just gone to Melbourne to study and not to Kargil to fight a war… Relax.”

I remembered our Tai Chi teacher’s statement on the camp night at Lonavala, three weeks ago. “Relax… drop your shoulders… feel the freedom… feel the lightness… as if you are walking on the clouds!”

I remember pausing for a brief moment to allow that statement to soak well in my heart, that night!

“Too much of head-work keeps us heavy and imprisoned… Trusting our intuitive powers and trusting the all-merciful Universe alone can bring us that lightness of freedom from our concerns in life… We should trust more in our hearts and less in our heads…”

Kannan was telling me this story, once again, today…
“In his Theology exam, this little boy was asked to write an essay on ‘The Miracle at Cana’*. While the entire class could write long essays and complete the paper in time, this boy was found ‘lost’ in his thoughts with a blank paper before him. Just before the time had ended, he wrote this seven-word essay: ‘The water met its Master and blushed’!

The boy, who later became the famous Poet**, had won the first prize for his one-of-a-kind essay!

The boy just had to walk on the clouds for turning his seven words into a masterpiece of an essay… just as the Master had to for turning jars of water into fine wine… All that Life needs for miracles to happen is: the ‘element’ to meet its ‘Master’…

It was little Shiva’s blush, this morning… and, it was the Kannan’s enchanting story in our Tai Chi class  that have made me, too, ‘blush’… yes, here in this Post!

* There are many versions about the identity of this poet… Lord Byron, Alexander Pope, Milton, Richard Crashaw and so on.
** It was the first miracle Jesus had performed after He had started His active spiritual journey… At a wedding in the village of Cana, when the hosts were tensed as wine had gone out of stock, Jesus had converted huge jars of water into delicious wine.

GERALD D’CUNHA
Pic.: Internet


Saturday, February 25, 2017

WHEN YOU REALIZE THAT YOU ARE BETTER-PLACED IN LIFE





No matter how difficult life, at times, seems to be, most of us are better placed in life.
Take my case: I have a nearly-perfect body… I have no speech or hearing problems, my eyes can see, legs can help me walk, I can use my hands well, by muscles and bones have no issues… Inside, my heart, lungs, liver, kidneys and pancreas are, so far so good… which means, I couldn’t have asked for a better deal… My skin may not be fair like that of a European or American, nor is it black as that of an African… But, hey, I do have skin on my body, at least… Whether white, black, brown or yellow, what the heck? Well, there is hair still on my head… and, even if I did not have that, at least there is a strong head steadily planted over my shoulders?... My family is loving, caring and faithful… Financial state is not bad… God has given me and my family members fine talents and, more than anything else, He has given us the wisdom to recognize and realize them… Yes, there is hope and faith in abundance… There is this sensitive heart, which can feel for the less fortunate… and reach out to them, in my own way… And, hello, this: I am able to value friends and relations in life… I can trust easily… can keep my promises… can be very, very committed and hard-working… I can survive with little in life, am able to know the difference between ‘needs’ and ‘wants’… Gratitude comes easily… tolerance and patience, too… I can forgive and forget quickly… Can convert my anger, fear, envy and insecurity into something sublime, just like what they call ‘waste-management’… You can see I am doing it right now, right here in my blog!

Why am I talking about all this – a kind of taking inventory of my strengths and talents?
Because, as a strange co-incidence, I chanced upon two videos this morning, both relating to people with speech-and-hearing disability. Strangely, I had watched, read or heard about them long before… and, today, while watching them, I was overwhelmed with gratitude and made conscious of strength lying dormant within…

The first video is about our National Anthem sung by school students who cannot speak or hear. Many of us have watched similar videos in movie halls and on television… yet, today, this video brought in me a fresh surge of gratitude and strength…




The second video is about a fine dine restaurant in Powai by the name ‘Mirchi and Mime’. Months ago, when my son had told me about it, it had not stayed in my mind… Today, I chanced upon it on FB, and, suddenly, everything was falling in place to make a fresh meaning… I learnt, through Wikipedia, that this restaurant was founded by Henley School of Business graduates, Prashant Issar and Anuj Shah. Drawing inspiration from "Signs", a Toronto-based bistro which functions on a concept of hiring differently-abled people, Issar and Shah set up the restaurant in March 2015. Mirchi and Mime only employs people who are hearing-and-speech-impaired. Diners are requested to place their orders by mimicking hand-gestures associated with a particular food item. Items in the food menu are accompanied with photos of these hand gestures. The food menu matrix, which lists all food items in a single page along with the images, was designed by India's National School of Designing (NID) and the staff were trained by Dr. Reddy’s Foundation.




Trust me, I strongly felt like visiting this restaurant, today itself!

Inspiration can come to us, everyday, in hundred different ways… and, it can leave us more charged, more humbled and hopeful about life… Like, just last evening, I met this young girl who had volunteered to write exam-papers for her less fortunate fellow-students. How do you explain this compelling desire in a young-one to reach out like this? Every second student is capable of being a writer for a less-fortunate one. Yet, the desire to do it springs only in a few hearts…

I get my inspiration from simple, yet gritty souls like these… And, I get it because, by all means, I am better placed in life.

GERALD D’CUNHA
Pic.: Chetna Shetty
Videos: YouTube

Friday, February 24, 2017

THAT APPETITE FOR A FREE LUNCH






Jio may be a smart – rather ‘clever’ – business idea. But, ‘Jio free-lunch’ mindset is not. The old wisdom applies here: ‘There is no free lunch in this world’.

Somebody, always, pays for your free lunch… Often, it is you who pays for the free lunch without you knowing about it!

Weeks ago, Tarun*, one of my eleventh-standard students, argued with me for over fifteen minutes over the Jio free-offer. “Sir, you should go for it… What is wrong with you?”

“Nothing wrong with me beta,” I convinced my student, “I am happy with my Vodafone.”

“But, sir, why don’t you grab what is free?” Tarun pressed, “Why pay when you get it free?”

“There is nothing free in this world, dear,” I tried playing a philosopher, “Someone pays for it.”

“I don’t care who pays for it, sir,” Tarun was clear about what he was talking about, “as long as I don’t pay for it.”

That was weeks ago, when Jio was sending everyone dizzy… Now, after crossing - what Mukesh Ambani proudly claims as - 100-million-subscribers mark, yes, now, it is told that they are going to stop the free lunch from coming April… only a little subsidy here and there… but, free? NO!

“What are you going to do, Tarun?” I asked my student, this morning.

“Stop it!”

“Stop what?”

“The free lunch!”

“Wow, a smart boy,” I exclaimed, “after taking full advantage of Mukeshbhai’s free-lunch, haan?”

“Whoever it is, sir!”

Nobody gives anything free, never, ever… let alone someone like Reliance. They know how to do a profitable business more than any one of us here do. If this much cannot go into our heads, our heads are filled with bullock’s dung and not brains!

The craving to get things ‘free’ in life, in my view, is a bad mentality. If you are enjoying a benefit, you better appreciate its value and pay for it. And, if they say ‘it is free’… I suggest, you stay away from it…

That appetite to fill your stomach with a free lunch is not a healthy appetite… Taken to the extremes, it makes you an unhealthy human being… Even a langar in a temple or a gurudwara should be accepted with a mind and heart worthy of receiving it. Else, what is the difference between a beggar and a devotee?

Harsh words?

Mukesh Ambani is a hardcore businessman… He knows what his Jio is up to… My 17-year-old student, Tarun, too, is a hard-to-crack customer…

What about you?

I, for one, have stayed away from the free lunch, you see.

 * Name changed

GERALD D’CUNHA
Pic.:  The People's Cube/Internet

Wednesday, February 22, 2017

REMEMBERING LOKPAL BILL AND DEMONETIZATION





“You are too naive,” this man told me today morning, “You don’t understand how politics works.”

Why did he say that to me?

Because I had wondered, while having our casual discussion about yesterday’s BMC voting: “Arey yaar… I was thinking how would these candidates spend money for their campaign? Where will the cash come from? How will they go ‘digital’, survive without cash? Will they have to pay everyone involved in the campaign only through Paytm or by cheque etc, etc?”

“Did you observe what the difference was during this campaign?” this person asked me, “Highest amount was spent during this campaign… Cash flew like water. Never before was a BMC election fought by the parties and their candidates so aggressively and on such a grand scale.”

Yes, I had observed that. I have been in Mumbai for over thirty-seven years now. Never ever have I seen a corporation election fought so aggressively and on such a grand scale…

And, yes, it has made me wonder: “Whatever happened to the grand objective of Demonetization?”

My wonderment gets even more crazier when I go back to those initial days of Demonetization, when this person – who now tags me as ‘too naive and ignorant of how politics works’, a typical ‘bakht’ of Demonetization – now makes me feel that I have been a ‘fool’ all along…

Which, anyway, I am...

I don’t know about you... about others!

I remember another fantabulous idea - ‘Lokpal Bill’! It was pitched up to be a ‘permanent-remedy’ for our nation’s ailment called ‘corruption’!  It was the first and the last time I heard about it… and it was when the grand-old-crusader Anna Hazare (of course aided by none other than Kejriwal and Kiran Bedi) made me conscious that such a vocabulary existed in the political and social dictionary, if not in the medical one!

I wonder today: “Whatever happened to that?”

The problem with sentimental fools like me is this: we think, when a person like Amjal Kasab is hanged, the terrorism in our country would end… and when a person like Shashikala or Jayalalitha are sent to prison (or die), the corruption in our country would be wiped off… Yes, that is our problem!

And, that’s why this person seriously thinks, that I am too naive and I do not understand how politics works…

How can he be wrong?

GERALD D’CUNHA
Pic.: Anil Bedi

Tuesday, February 21, 2017

HOW TO SHED KILOS... NOISELESS


















“If one’s bowels move, one is happy,
and if they don’t, one is unhappy...
That’s all there is to it.”

- Lin Yutang (1895-1976)

“A 3-week fat-to-fit challenge,” I read the announcement of my ex-student on his FB status yesterday, “I have lost 1 kg in a week!” The accompanying half-minute video was the proof that Vivek was serious about his shedding job!

“Great job, bro,” complimented one of Vivek’s friends, “Lage Raho,” wrote another… “Inspiring!” lauded another… “Where is it?” enquired yet another…

Meanwhile, Vivek must’ve felt a lot pampered… rather, motivated to shed more kilos!

Was Vivek trying to show-off? Is a status like this one really needed? Does it help Vivek in any way?

Why people do what they do… yes, I am not supposed to poke my nose into others’ affairs. Maybe, it is good for Vivek: The fact that he has made a ‘public announcement’ means, he will be under its pressure to keep up his commitment. People will ask him, “How many kilos you have lost in three weeks?” So, if I wish to shed my kilos quietly and Vivek with some noise around it, so be it…

My friend  Karan’s dad, has been doing the early-morning rounds to his laughing-club sessions for years now; and, interestingly, he doesn’t know things like FB and WhatsApp exist in this world! I know of dozens of men and women keeping fast on one day or the other – Ganesh, Shiva, Hanuman, Sai Baba etc – and, they have been doing it for donkey’s years… No sound, no music… All quietly! Where do these people receive their motivation from? Who pumps them with “Great job, bro” or, “Lage Raho,” and who is curious to know - “Where is it?”

Even though it is none of my business to poke my nose in others’ affairs, let me say something on this issue: If you wish to shed your kilos, please do it quietly… making no noise about it. Life is not a 3-week stand… Fitness is not limited for three weeks… The kilos that you shed off, can – and will – come back unless ‘Fat-to-Fitness’ becomes your way of life… and, yes, unless you go about the process quietly for a lifetime.”

My friend Joe’s married daughter, Namratha, loves good food and good life, both. One of her major passions in life has been baking delicious cakes, which she has, now, turned into her profession. So, you can imagine what it means for her when it comes to cutting down on calories and shedding the tyres around the waist! Does Namratha value fitness? I am sure, she does. But, then, this morning, she had shared with us, her FB friends, this status:

“Today marks my first week without any sugar. Running 2 miles each day and yoga before breakfast. I've stopped eating dairy, flour too. No caffeine. The change in my body has already been fantastic! I feel great! I plan to make this my new lifestyle. Zero alcohol. Eating a healthy diet that is completely vegan, gluten-free caffeine-free and sugar-free. And working out for 2 hours every day! I don't know whose status this is, but I was really proud of them so I decided to copy and paste.”

Till the last line came, like all others, I, too, felt like patting on Namratha’s back, “Shabash, beti, God bless!”

Life is beautiful, you see… with a few kilos more or a few kilos less, anyway!

GERALD D’CUNHA
Pic.: Soudure Design/Internet