It all comes around

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Life they say has a way of going full circle.For years now I have hounded my parents about healthy eating.Gone on about how walking is good for them as they grow older etc.As the years went by I did my yoga on and off,worked out when I felt like it and kept going.From thin to slim is ok,then it went to fat and one gets used to the ohs and ahs about how much weight I had gained till one day in desperation I said thank you to someone after that common comment and they stopped.
Yet somewhere I began to feel myself loose control over my body.Its a scary feeling of something creeping up on you so one fine day before rational thought could hit,off I went to the clinic and got myself checked.It was perfect in every way except for the weight.Where had all this come from,why didn't I notice so did denial take me so far and so close to a complete disaster?.
The doctor said I could choose to go to another one if I didn't like his rules.Well let have it straight I said and didn't like it one bit.
He took everything out of my life that was worth eating and walking is a must he said.Dinner came around and I settled down to whole wheat bread and soup.The one good thing about being a foodie is that I learned along the way to cook with whatever I had so there I was cooking up some interesting looking dish.
Did anyone say life was easy.Well I didn't quiet realize how tough this all was.That night I dreamt of suckling pig,apple struddle,juicy cooked prawns and I wept in despair.
This is only the beginning but like all things in life here was a chance to change despair to opportunity,so I am going to be cooking to a different tune.The opportunity to create is still mine and while I walk I shall conjure the wildest dishes that can be baked grilled and eaten.

Those were the days

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being a typical 60s flower child or atlest having grown up on books,good fountain pens and music which didnt go much beyond the beatles and bob dylyn,its difficult to understand the world wide web.Blogging is a new word,a new world and having to remember passwords and stuff is really touch.Do all my generation feel this way.Well a large numebr of my friends do.
Twenty years after we left college,some bright spark decided to have a reunion of the batch of 82 so without much ado all of us who were in some ways accessable,were contacted and lunch happened.
Did the hotel even fathome the kind of guest they were expecting?Obviously not,for if they had any clue we would have been refused entry.
Fifteen fourty five year old women trooped into the dining hall in various shapes and sizes.Some well kept,some gone to seed and some almost on the verge of giving up.Most of us had changed but one single charertisitc that hadnt was our ability to creat a noise.For two hours we yelled and shouted over each others heads,eager to catch up on the latest news or rater the news of the last 20 years.Some had been in touch oftner but nevertheless we regaled each other of our college girl crushes,our parents angst,the manner in which we drove our professors crazy etc.Some of us had grown up children some were not married(the lucky ones as we choose to brand them) and some were highfliers with interesting jobs.
Yet for those two hours we were just a bunch of 20 yearolds reliving our great days in college which clearly made us the women we are today.

Like a beginning

One of those funny days when one is not sure if life is all about work or all about play.The kind of day when your mind is full of stuff and is it right to leave it there or download it and get it out of ones system and make way for more stuff to fill ones head.

Looks like it was time to do something so started a blog.Thanks to email I seem to have lost the art of writing down things so typing seems so much easier.Then when the blog is actually created the pressure to write begins so I put down random thoughts and hope that this is the beginning of some creative writing.

Funny that when I sit down to put thoughts it just happens that my fingers do the writing so what do I do.It all started with the stress of looking after old parents.Much as you love them there are times when the need to escape into a little world of the make believe becomes so important.Reading help in some ways and then I wonder why not put it all down.Who knows perhaps there is a story hidden in the recesses of my sub conscious.

So on one hot Indian summer I start this blog and will discover where this journey takes me.