The three people disapproved my presence for different reasons and at varied degree, generously making it crystal clear for me. The man, with his flaring nostrils and intimidating eyes emitting invisible death rays, was furious but controlled, acknowledging the decency of the place. The woman, hopeful but resigned to the fate of my choice, empathized and tried looking away. The boy, with his wicked smirk and inexhaustive repertoire of teasing wisecracks, was thoroughly enjoying himself.
This, ladies and gentleman, was our normal family dinner in a Gujrati thali restaurant when I was in college. (Yes, you can go back and reread if you wish.) You’ll be thoroughly amused to know that since my sparrow-feed diet didn’t approve of such luxury I was NEVER allowed to have a paisa-vasool thali. Idlis, dosas or sandwiches were made and served for me on special request. :-/
Khaate peete ghar ki, pleasantly plump, well endowed or the like, use as many euphemisms of your choice but the truth remains that I was always on the heavier side and hated myself for it. Genetics and laziness can majorly be attributed the blame for it because, believe it or not, I’ve practically been on diet half of my life. I don’t remember the last time I munched on a single potato chip guilt-free or carelessly lost myself in my favourite moong ki daal ka halwa. 🙁
Back then there was no internet and lesser temptation. Mc Donald’s or any of the major fast food chains hadn’t discovered our city yet. Going out was limited to family outings and the only drinks we knew were soft drinks. I ate what I liked and not what I’m supposed to like or recommended. Getting a grip on my intake was easy, although my family, especially my Dad, thought that I was being paranoid.
The scene is quite interesting now. Hilarious as it may seem, I believe I have an edge. My once lady finger friends have now grudgingly and awkwardly become a potato while I, always being one, take comfort in knowing that I can be spicy, sweet and mouth-wateringly irresistible if I choose to be. It is all in our mind. 😛 😉 🙂
The new three people in my life, my husband and kids, now sit across the table from me. A insists I’m beautiful as I am, I should eat to my heart’s content and asks me to run an extra mile the next day if need be, while my puppy-eyed babies don’t touch their food if I don’t take a bite from it. I let myself go happily, in moderation.
Indulgence might be sinful but as they say, “Life’s too short, have your dessert first!” 😉 🙂
Are you a lady finger or a potato? You know you want to say something. Go ahead! 🙂
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