“Mein aur mera wazan
Phool se bhi nazuk badan”
These lines were etched in stone and carved out on my forehead when I was in school. It was a sure shot way to get the girls in my class laughing and showing the smart arse guys that I could laugh on myself which gave them very little advantage in ridiculing me. These lines usually followed with a few jokes about myself like…
You know, when I’ve to go somewhere, I need to check the direction of the wind coz. I can go only in the direction in which the wind is blowing (girls laughing harder…) and I get late to school whenever the wind is in the opposite direction. I’ve to put extra books in my bag to keep me on course (girls holding their bellys and laughing harder…)
I never, in my life thought that a day would come when I’d have to worry about my waist line. I mean, I always worried but the other way round; especially when I went to buy jeans. Those were the days of skin tight jeans and none of the stores would have my size – a cute 26. I then asked my brother (who was in Dubai) to send me a few good jeans (size 26). And he did send me a few good skin tight jeans. Years later, he’d confess that he didn’t find my size in the men’s section so he had bought these from the girls section, rather than disappoint me. Even I found my jeans, unnaturally narrow at the bottom but heck, that was the best I could get.
Into adulthood, everyone told me, not to worry. Once I’m married, I’ll bloat up like a balloon. I got married and hoped for the best… After a few months… nothing happened, so I waited a bit more… After a few more months… still nothing. I was approaching 30 but looked like a 22 year old. Few more years passed but my weight remained 60 and intermittently touched 58 with every bout of throat infection and fever.
Finally, God showed me the way… literally. Just before the month of Ramadan in 2008, my wife went to India, a month before me. This meant, I was free, free from home… free from work (Ramadan timings are upto 2 pm only) and free to pursue my 30 year old dream. Beef up a little. The added attraction was the Goa holiday that was coming up.
For the first time in my life, I was serious; I downloaded training programs, diet plans and what not and formulated a thrice a week heavy training program. I started following my diet and training regime regularly. So regularly, that I even surprised myself. I never missed the mandatory Carb+Protein meal 2 hours before the gym and stuck to my schedule; logged everything. The time at the gym started stretching from the initial 40 minutes to almost 90 minutes.
Happy with results, I went to India, weighing 66 kgs. For the first time in my life, I was this heavy. Though I was way below my target of a lean and muscled body, almost everyone saw a visible difference. Longer hair, filled in cheeks and feet firmly on the ground with my own weight. Though I was nowhere near the six pack abs I’d imagined before beginning my schedule, I was happy, and content.
But alas, my happiness was short lived. My appetite was enlarged, I think my stomach expanded inside with all the food that I ate. I stopped the gym and thought my appetite would also recede but that didn’t happen. I continued eating like a starved refugee. And since I was no longer on a diet plan, I ate whatever I liked. Mutton biryanis, pastries, ice-creams, beer… I thought, that of all the people in the world, I couldn’t have a weight issue. After all,
“Mein aur mera wazan
Phool se bhi nazuk badan”
These were the lines that I made immortal. This couldn’t happen to me.
But my waist wasn’t listening. It continued its outward journey. My stomach, after years of being stuck to my back, seemed to be enjoying its new found freedom and relishing its journey to reach the outside world. 7 months after the Goa trip and my continued zest for eating, my boss finally noticed pointing to my paunch – What is that???
I was shocked. I mean, never did I think that my stomach, who stuck to me for years like an Afghani wife, would reach out and betray me. I was the original ‘lean machine’. The guy who could fold his legs in the most complicated yoga postures with tremendous ease coz. there was no fat on them. The guy whose gym instructor was scared to let him lie on the bench and press barbells; the guy whose diet plan meant indulgence rather than deprivation; the guy whose biceps would fit into a full grip with the tips of their fingers still touching (and still some space in between as well); the guy who could be used in a Science class to show a human’s bone structure; yes, that guy was now a certified uncle with a potbelly and weighed 70 kgs with the weighing scale seemed to add a kg every few weeks.
I never thought I’d never need to write a post about my increasing weight. C’mmon, I used to be ‘the dude’ but it won’t be long before I turn into a ‘daddu’.
I’ve started the two-hundred situps challenge, have promised to cut down on rice (sadly that also means biryani) and am hoping to get back in shape for my brother-in-law’s wedding. Thankfully, it hasn’t been long so the damage seems to be limited. But I’ve certainly understood the saying ‘Be careful what you wish for!’
LOL This is my story too!!!
Lol at making the girls laugh and your jokes on yourself, I think that’s the smartest thing to do 🙂
I have gone through some of this not finding clothes my size, it isn’t really funny!
Gym is anyway a good habit, I would say if you feel good,and remain reasonably active then don’t bother too much about the weight.
But you don’t look exactly fat from the pictures we have seen…
I was almost rolling on the floor reading your post…especially that part about your jeans being from the ladies section :))))
Must say that you had a gift of laughing at yourself and of course of being light weight 🙂
I was never light like you but wasn;t fat until I joined Articleship…I started eating all sorts of junk and now I wish I could reduce the overload that has happened 😦
I think its everyone’s story 😦
I couldn’t help but laugh at your narrative but then again, I have been bloating up myself and I just dont have the will power to stay off rice 😦 Sigh!!
Daddu??? Someone called me “Kaddu” a few days ago…sigh!! 😦
Alright I’m being craned off from here..good luck with the 200 sit ups 😉
ROFL!!!Dude!this is hilarious!
err I mean it is funny 😀
*trying to look suitably sympathetic*
200 situps?is the aim to kill oneself?
oh man!i would die before I reached THAT count!
Just looking at ‘Ethel’ laughing in the background cracks me up all over again :D:D
no wonder you get so happy when someone calls you dude!:P:P
“Mein aur mera wazan
Phool se bhi nazuk badan”???
ROFL!!!!
😀
Yo Rakesh!
“Mein aur mera wazan
Phool se bhi nazuk badan”
“Main shayar to nahiiin” yaad aa gaya mujhe 🙂
Here’s wishing you luck on shedding weight.
I can almost picture you working out (Rocky training theme in the background) “Eye of the Tiger” 🙂
Keep them coming!
Oh and my new post up. Do drop by when free
Cheers!
I can’t even laugh at you, but can only empathize. 😦
I used to be pretty thin myself. Now the situation is such that my waist is broader than my shoulders. So if you look at my profile waist and above, it looks like a pyramid. Narrow shoulders, broad waistline. :((((((((
And I just don’t know how to get rid of these frikkin love handles. They are on an ever-expanding spree. :(((
@IHM: I’m realising, this is the story of a lot more people 😛
No no, not fat just a little pot here and there…
@IJD: Articleship was killing man! The work till 2 am never did me any good…
@Smriti: ‘Kaddu’ rotfl – that’s not even tasty…
@Indy: See my trick to make girls laugh still suceeds 🙂
My wife does 100 to 150 anyday 😛
@The Fat: I’ve to download that song now. Thanks for pumping me up 🙂
@Reb: Man, pyramids are so unattractive on men, innit! But seriously reb, you gotta arrest this encroachment on public space before it’s too late and you need mirrors to look at urself 😉 he he
Rakesh…….my namesake…….life is meant to be lived to the fullest…..I gorge on every possible delicacy plus the extra adds on saturdays and sundays and still stay chilled out about it without the worry of gaining weight…..whats life without a few pounds, eh?
But then equally serious I am about my 0530AM gymming session, 4 – 5 days a week! 😉
No worries…… have fun!
LOLLLLLLLLLLLLL
Mein aur mera wazan
Phool se bhi nazuk badan hehehheheheheh
this is ur funniest post!!
ur bro really got u jeans frm the girls section??? How is this possible??
Also do read my take on the elections on http://almostsunday.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-in-ballot.html
she does so may of em? *looks in awe*
Adn what stops you eh? 😀
Size 26? And from the girls section? LOL!
ah join the club dahling 🙂
and u talk abt school, i was that nazuk even till like a year back.,
as u have worn stuff from the girls sections, i have shopped from the kids section.. good ol days 🙂
and then dubai happened.. sigh!
all i can say is good luck., and u do manage to shed down kilos, share the tips!
PS- I love biryani.
@Rakesh: Getting up at 0530 for the gym… and u call that life? 😛
@Swats: Seriously, and all that time, I wore it thinking this is the coolest jeans in the whole college – really tight 🙂
@Indy: Yeah, she does *collar up* and I guess my paunch stops me. It starts to hurt after 10 🙂
@TS: Was that a sarcastic LOL? lol
@ISH: I’m all set to shed not necessarily a lot of kilos but 2 or 3 inches from my belly and get good looking abs with this 200 hundred situps thing. (Atleast that’s what the site promises)
PS – My wife makes the awesomest Biryani 😀
Nope… I don’t do sarcastic LOLs. It was genuine. That and the fact that I get my jeans from the guys section. (It is more comfortable)
@Terra: Candid confessions eh? he he. Lauging on self is contagious innit? It’s like
“You crack a joke on yourself??? I can crack a better joke on myself” he he
ROFL!! I used to think the same – that I can not put on weight – until I went to the US the first time 🙂 But I managed to lose the wt within a month of being back in India.. But now, its another story – whatever I do – weight has no plans of shifting – it has found a very comfortable home in me 😦 sob sob!
200 sit ups! Wow! I wish I had that determination 🙂
Rakesh…u've saved me from putting up my life story…I can just link it direct & just add a few extra lines abt my pregnancies which did further damage;-P
This incident I'm going to relate to u is nothing to do with ur post as such…just abt a few lines used in another context in my life.
U know Rakesh…my Husband gifted me a iphone 2 weeks back. It was a gift so unexpected that I was not at all sure I deserved it.
When I expressed my doubts to him he got a bit angry & said
'Be careful what you wish for!'
[& i remmebered arnd 4 weeks back I jokingly him I wanted a blackberry coz everybody had 1;-S]
And 70kgs doesnt seem that huge a weight for a man unless u r short ofcourse;-D
@Smitha: the 200 situps thing is not really difficult. Just check the schedule, it seems very easy…
@Nancy: IPhone 🙂 Good for you…
And no, quickly to shed any misconceptions, I’m not short. But it’s only the slightly protruding paunch that’s bothering me, not my weight actually.
**I was shocked. I mean, never did I think that my stomach, who stuck to me for years like an Afghani wife, would reach out and betray me
But ‘Afghani Wives’ sometimes betray too LOL!
Keshi.
@Keshi: Ya, that now I’ve found out 🙂
Rakesh, looks like you’ve written a post with universal resonance. 🙂
I was like you too – without the girl’s jeans, though! (Lol!) And I really put away food during my college days, without putting on any weight. Those were good days. One could indulge with no worries.
Today, it’s salads, white meat (though I love red meat), and no dessert, as well working-out. As Raj Kumar would say, “jaani, kutte ki zindagi hain to kyaa hua…. kaddu jaisa badan to nahin!”
But I miss the old days of eating without fear.
Cheers,
Quirky Indian
ROFL…. that is seriously lovely !!!
Rakesh even I never had to worry or think of putting on weight… I always used to eat with Gay abandon… never worry about exercising… i would never gain weight…
but…
for the first time in my life I m now 71 kgs.. and have a slight bulge in the belly… and hence the jogging with the sonam’s and deepika’s !!!
I can very much relate to this post buddy !!!
dunno how i missed it… !!
and this is my comment for the second time the first one disappeared… !
lol ….
@Quirky: You know even I was awesome at eating… I used to tell my mom that my stomach is like “Godrej Fridge – Bahar se chotta, andar se bada”. But now, everything starts showing up.
He he, Rajkumar being funny is weird 🙂
@Dhiren: Exactly my story, just that I’m actually dancing with the Sonam’s and Deepikas in my Salsa class. Guys who change loyalties are punished with deleted comments 🙂
@Lubna: lol?
Hey Rakesh….Roop has a serious doubt abt Dubai…
Can u just come over to my post "Hot & happening" & explain a bit.
I tried but dont feel I'm convincing enough;-P
Rakesh…Thank U once again;-))!!!!
@Nancy: Anyday 🙂 There’s nothing more stimulating (except the obvious ofcourse) than a good argument.
LOL!
So lets say..I’m happy being unmarried 😛
Aayushi: Yeah, at your age, you’re surely better off single 😛 Don’t even think about boys for now!
Hi Rakesh,
envious shot from the balcony there.. where is it from, i mean which floor, which location? loved it.. infact i love taking night shots of dubai skyline everytime i see one. but i dont have a sexy camera like many have..
first timer here, lovely posts.. read a few.. you and your wife have 7 yrs diff? hmmm like my sis n jiju.. she looks pretty n sweet.. god bless the baby 🙂
a potruding pounch at 70 kgs must be frustrating enough.. but salsa sounds so much fun!! does your wife dance with you too? maybe i will mail you to ask more on salsa class details in dubai..
@Mindspace: Hey tks! I just bought the Nikon D60 – Digital SLR. Quite a sexy camera. And I’ll tell my wife you found her pretty 🙂
Exactly, a paunch is frustating. Yeah, she and I go Salsa together… It’s actually a lot of fun 🙂
hehe …this is my story as well …
I used to pull my top 2 inches up and flaunt my abs to all who care to notice …damn I was almost obssesed with my patli kamar …
and now my cloth choices are smart ..they hide my tum …:-)
hilarious post ..
@Preeti: I on the other hand was embarrassed by my patli kamar and now I’m still embarrased by my tum 😉
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