Size zero!!

Size zero?!!!!!
Was reading the glossy Femina...yes! I love that magazine, for its many uses. When you are really wasted for time, you get to hear the juicy gossip about half the million people in the world, all of whom I wont even have heard of, forget knowing them. But its fun to know that they exist!!!!

All the shiny pictures, that are glued onto my sons school projects worms its way out from here...so I have to say a Thank you!

I see those umpteen pages showing those clothes, that make me hang my head down in shame....size zero??? the tube tops, that would require a hangar to hold onto if I were to wear it? but It helps me dream...and how!! Then I read about this woman who is going for a ninth boob job :O ....and she's not finding a doctor to do the surgery...is she nuts?????, what if she falls flat on her face....her face wont even touch the ground..and then her expensive silcons would be
ruined :( Nah!!!! I'm happy the way I am...imperfect but happy nevertheless.

I read about all those inspiring stories about entrepreneurs, and their road to success....and then suddenly, I'm dreaming of that perfectly tarred road, in front of me...neat and clean...but then I forget to see those thorny shrubs on the edge of each road...and then its back to junping over the potholes and pitstops....i'm happy that I atleast have the eyes to see around me....thorns or the roses....i'll find every one of them and stop to soak in the fragrance and keep it within and smile.

I see all those exotic, sexy looking dishes made out of ingredients, i'd give my pinky toe to know where its available in my very conservative , locality, where my local grocer thinks mushrooms and celery are equivalent to Sushi...yeah....I know I need to head out to those hep supermarkets, to find what I want...but I am not going to spend half my life going across this over crowded city, absorbing carbon dioxide in exchange for some ingredient only to be told later that it was just the "dantina soppu" that my cycle weilding soppu man, brings in fresh out of his own fields...and for which I pay one tenths the price...and I can go across in my down to earth(literally!!) jeans and need not wear my lipstick at all....or better still I can read up my favourite blogs, which show real cooking with my sensibilities...the list is on my blogroll..

I have to read that section about parenting....and now and then turn back to my non existent half, and tell myself...not bad, you're doing things just right....to the T....and only to turn around and find , in my case, all those tips, just tipped my position as a cool mom!!, only to turn into a " you're mad ma!! "...I'll stick to my intuition and my love for my kids....give them the boring
raagi kanji in the morning, and not the colourful platter shown on the glossies...I can sleep well knowing I used my own 2 hands making them, even though the faces I made drooled out the sauce from the eyes into the chin..

And yes...if I dont mention the surveys and the to do's and how to do's...I can't sleep..I've been assured by every issue....the moves, the angles, the positions and the moods...yes!!! I know for one...nothing works..its love that matters and the rest is left to the head that shouldn't ache, or the sock that hasn't gone into the washer...jackie chan jai ho!!!

PS: I wanted to thank each and everyone who had my friend her family in their prayers.