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Me and My bulging bellorism
Friends, I have had it again. Why does it repeat itself over and over? It remains all well and under control when I am at college but no sooner than I am at home, it bulges out. Just like a slow poison, it starts bulging gently and before you could notice it, it’s already there full grown.
For those who didn’t get “it”, I am talking about my bulging belly. Let me get one thing very clear, I am a heavy built. You can call me from a “khata peeta khandaan”. At college I try to keep my belly under control, more often than not, successfully. But at home during holidays, I give up eventually; however hard I try.
This time round too, before coming to home, I planned out my stay very carefully. It included the usual: jogging, gym, swimming, dancing and yes a bundle of novels to finish. “This time I can and I will make the difference”, was the war cry.
Six weeks down the line, after cansters of ghee, lots of junk food, and none of the things which I took oath for, my belly is back and raring to go. Belly button is back to invisible mode, pushed between the two belly’s up against each other.
There is no need to worry though. Two weeks are still there. I have decided on a harder regime. No junk food, lots of jogging, lots of gym, lots of swimming, lots of dancing and a bigger bundle of novels. And it’s my promise to one and all, two weeks down the line I will win this fight against my belly. But during this outright war, my mom is a potential detractor, preparing one delicacy after another. If I have to win this war, I have to get her on board and make her a strong ally against my bulging bellorism.
Holidays at Home
I remember myself waiting eagerly for the summer hols. Waiting for those two months, for sleeping till 12 noon, for television till midnight, for comfort of home all day long. Spending time with my family, infinite dishes cooked by mom and rest unbound. Spending holidays at home was all I wished for.
I remember all this, coz today 10 years down the line, I am studying at a college away from my home, with friends. I remember all this coz, now when I come to home for hols, I feel bored at times. Its not that love for my family has faded over years, its just that theres nothing to do at all at home. Most of my childhood friends have moved on with their life as I have. They come to their parents house at different times. So more often than not, I end up getting bored at my parents house.
Well just now I realized that I have shifted from using “home” to “parents house”. Well I guess there lies the answer. But still I love to spend a week or so with my parents during holidays. Make it a bit long and I want to rush back to the college. Talking to my friends, I found out that its with most of us. I wish that it shud not be the case with me, but well it is.
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