It all begins a day earlier, in the evening when you are on your way back from work. You think, I have a system of managing my chores and now I have to take this extra trip to the grocers, and how much sago do I buy that I dont eat it often... The next morning you wake up, already feeling tired of thinking about the extra meal you have to cook wishing that everyone at home fasts like you do - life would be so much easier. As you pack your lunch you curse your employer - cant he purchase a microwave for the office staff ? The sago kichadi tastes awful when its cold. On your way to work, you look hungrily at the roadside vendors selling hot samosas and vadas and think, fruits dont really fill you up, do they? You reach office, get through a couple of hours and feel hungry and opt for an extra cup of coffee hoping that it doesnt aggravate your acid reflux issues. Around lunch time, your colleagues announce that they have planned to celebrate a birthday by going out for lunch. You gobble your cold lunch wishing they had postponed the plan as you are missing out on the fun, that you cant eat at a restaurant that serves non-vegeterian food on days when you are fasting. By teatime, you are hungry again and you grab that bag of potato chips in the last drawer, wondering whether youd have done that on any other day being very conscious of your health and ideal weight. But, today is a day when you are allowed to hate fruits and accept that they are very boring. By the time you call it a day and pack up for the day, you have developed a migraine. On the way out, you avoid yelling at the cab driver for refusing to take you home, but the temper is building within and so is the headache. Traffic moves at a snails pace on days when you fast and it gives you ample time to engage into compulsive worrying. Thoughts of having to cook dinner on a hungry stomach and with a nasty headache is unbearable. You expand your scope of thoughts - what do I cook during Udyapan (last day of fasting during a series of fasts) and who should I invite for the Pooja (prayer). I cannot call XYZ this time, now that shes divorced, shes no longer an eligible Suhagan (married woman) for such a pooja. I wont spend much on the gifts this year. After a long drive you reach home and by then your tempers raging and your insides are gnawing with a burning sensation and the migraine makes you nauseous. You yell at everyone when you cook the dinner and complain that no one understands you as you light the lamp at the altar before breaking your fast. You crave to eat a decent meal but can eat barely a few morsels. You crash on the bed, the kitchen sink filled with dirty dishes, a not so perfect beginning for the next day. Why fast ?
Posted on: Thu, 04 Dec 2014 04:50:14 +0000
Trending Topics
Recently Viewed Topics
© 2015