How fat am I??

I honestly don't know how fat I am...Haven't you all seen the asterisk below the BMI calculator saying "It may overestimate body fat in athletes and others who have a muscular build." I console myself thinking that though I was never so athletic, but may be I have a muscular build :P
Today when I  looked in the mirror, I wanted to sue the manufacturers for not mentioning the warning that "Objects in this mirror are smaller than they appear" :D Then I almost convinced myself that maybe it's not a good quality mirror and is slightly convex, when unfortunately I saw the reflection of the door behind me, and it looked so perfect! I didn't lose hope though....Some days you just look fat...don't you?? or maybe it's just the clothes I am wearing.
When I look at my pictures, I feel I look thinner in my left profile. So I have deleted the rest of them, and the album has left me pondering!!!
Sometimes I wish I could see myself walking towards me :D But somewhere in my heart, I don't want it to happen, because I am not sure if I am ready to face myself :) What if I look really huge!!!!!
When I ask my dear ones how fat I look, I am told that I am not "that" fat.
THAT????
Sometimes I even walk besides strangers...so that I can be compared to!!! But believe me nothing works :)
I envy thin people, and I envy fat people too...who have accepted their size and eat happily!!
Gulping down my strawberry shortcake, I just realized that fat or thin, there is a lot more in life...
Pakodas, Gulaab jamuns, Jalebis....and the list is endless :) :)

Nothing :)

On a fine Saturday evening, when I had nothing to do, I thought of blogging about SOMETHING. Even before I started thinking about that "something", pictures of my blog flooded with Google ads flashed in front of my eyes, people ready to pay anything to grab a little space and Me being famous *blush* *blush*.
I sighed and I smiled :)
A sip of hot tea a few seconds later; and never before, had I realized how big a word is "SOME-THING". Utterly despaired, I Googled  to find out what people usually blog about :) There was everything from politics to poetry, and my facial expressions changed from curious to awful!! I knew nothing about nothing.
Then I thought of developing a website. Again I Googled,  "How to develop simple websites for free" :). A few clicks here and there and finally i settled for a simple one. Enthusiastically, I opened the editor...a few drag and drops and I was yawning!
"I will settle down for a blog", convincingly I told my mind.
I poked my mind real hard, and pleaded it to tell me what I was good at!I begged that at 30, I definitely deserve to know!!! But the Mr. stubborn up there simply sat and smiled at my plight :(
I thought I was good at poetry, but my heart never danced with the daffodils....
I thought I was good at humor, but my heart felt awful. Sports for me was never more than chutes and ladders and politics was way beyond my understanding!
Soon enough I realized, I really knew nothing about nothing; sipping my hot tea.
I smiled at myself, and hoped that one day my Mr. stubborn will pull out some magic wand; a crackle of lightening and rest all will follow :)

My favorite group of people! :)

I guess everyone at some point or the other becomes tired of his or her usual monotonous routine, be it going to office, or setting up the lemonade stand everyday....
And everybody feels that the grass is greener on the other side. An office going guy often wishes to start his own business, whereas the lemonade guy envies the office going ones, thinking how easy it must be to sit in an AC office punching keys on the keyboard!
(The reference of lemonade stand comes often, because at one point I secretly desired to have one ;))
Let's not talk about the lemonade stand now, because it's like touching a raw nerve!! :)

Instead, let's talk about the IT guys in US on  H1 visa, having around 8-10 yrs of experience in the industry! My favorite group of people :) They are always found whining about the work load, and offshore calls at night. Also, they are so unpredictable. In the morning they are found talking about their business plans once they reach their homeland, and in the evening you can find them envying someone's green card arrival.
 Each of them has an "IDEA" and each one of them is so very sure that he or she has that "SOMETHING" in him or her which is often yet to be explored!!!???***&&&&#### :))
Talking of their business plans,
While one thinks of opening his consultancy in New Delhi (He swears that he will not get his lease extended this time!! :), once he is back to India after 3 months, the other relishes the idea of opening an Amritsari  "Chola-Bhatura" stall in Bangalore (The idea behind is to attract theNorth Indians living there) What an idea Sirji :)
I once came across one talking about starting an online business, but had no clue what business would be good enough ;) and was determined to hire somebody (was not sure what that "somebody" is called) to help him out once he is back to Mother India!! :)
And also there is always one in the group who prefers not to talk too much of his plans, but makes sure that everyone gets the vibes that something big and interesting has already been cooked in his head!!
Some-body wants to rock the real estate agency, while the other-body wants to put all his money in a fixed deposit in a bank, eat up the interest every month, and retire once he is back. My personal favorite! :P
I often wonder how and why did they end up in IT in the first place, and for once wish to see the expressions of a fresh engineering pass out when he reads this blog :)
Good luck to all the IT guys!

My very first attempt at driving :) :)

As I put the gear in Reverse,
Do i turn the steering wheel to the Right or to the left, if I have to turn the car to the right [pause] backwards....
I hesitantly asked my husband in that totally abandoned parking lot!!
WHICH WAY??? he asked,his head totally befuddled!!!!
I shamelessly pointed back...
He moved his head right and left and right and left and right and left again, and i knew at that very moment that God indeed was sleep deprived when He made me!

This is how it all started and today, every time I look at that 1*1 beaming happy face on my driving license,it reminds me of my first ever attempt at driving!!

Even after "moving the car in Reverse ordeal",I didn't give up and rang up a driving school next ...The guy made me drive for an hour...right, left, fast, slow......I got a honk every 5 seconds, if i am not exaggerating!!! Cars honked when i turned right...Cars honked when i turned left....but why in the God's world were cars honking so hard when I was simply moving forward....I never understood!! Every time I got disheartened, I reminded myself of how all the amazing deals at Macy's,and all the unused JC Penny coupons in my purse could be put to use once I get hold of the steering wheel :) I practiced parking, taking turns and even moving forward :) 'n' number of times in my apartment complex and 'n+1' number of times on the route where the road test was to be held......
With that little knowledge of driving but that "break the leg" attitude, thanks to hubby dear :) I reached the DDS office early morning...

PARKING RESERVED FOR ROAD TEST
The bold font, the black road, the white paint....
It was enough to make the valves of my heart flutter like a wounded butterfly!
I somehow kept my cool and slipped in the car, put on my seat belt, adjusted the rear view mirror,side mirrors, even the car ornaments....,and there I sat, all set, as if to launch my spaceship to some unknown alien planet!
"Turn on the engine lady",i heard a voice.
Okay,i thought...That's easy!!
"Blow the horn"
"right signal" ,"left signal"
Ah,I thought...it's simple., I could have got my license months back :)
I smiled confidently at the officer when she sat besides me but in return she gave me that typical  "lips stretched to one side" kind of smile and communicated silently that it won't be that easy...!!!!
I vaguely remember the 25 minutes test.
Reverse parking, Parallel parking, Speed limits,Yield, Lanes, Signals, Go, Stop.....Go again, Keep moving, Right lane, Move again......
Only thing i can recall precisely is the occasional puffing of nose,and scribbling of pen every now and then by the officer, and  poor horrified me, somehow managing to say 'yes' and 'okay' with that dry cracked throat!
The next thing i can recollect, is me turning the gear to park the car again,and waiting with the anticipation as of some four year old in a grocery store, whether mommy today will get me a popsicle!
Grab your passport and come with me, Mommy said :)
hee hee hee hee hee.....
I got my driving license, I chuckled to myself!!

This time the officer smiled at me, and I grinned back with a wink :)
Nothing seemed more beautiful than the DDS office on that freezing Friday morning, as i opened the trunk of my car to get the documents!!!!