Tagged: diet

The anti-marshmallow test

I bet you haven’t read the book, “The Marshmallow Test” yet. Have you? What rock have you been living under? I suggest that you drop everything right now, and get yourself a copy. Read it, understand it, and make short notes. Once you’ve done that, mail me a copy of...

Blabbing on flab

Friends and other acquaintances know some of the defining qualities of Hamish Joy. If you show them a photo of me hard at work, or of me passing by a buffet line, they would not waste an instant before proclaiming that it is a fake Photoshopped lie brought to you...

Doing the rounds

Writing can be quite unpredictable. When I start to write something, for example, I’m not always sure of how it might turn out to be. Sometimes, I’ll start on an idea that I believe might be a serious no-nonsense critique of ┬ámismanaged traffic system in Bangalore city, and halfway through...

Feeling the burn

Over the past few years, my parents have been urging me to rake up some cash every month, gather it into a pile, and burn it. Rather a weird request, but they were quite gung-ho about it. They even offered to put up the money if I came short. It...

Trimm’s fairy tale

The quest to waste some waist seems to be a popular one. I have come across a whole bunch of people who say they are prepared to give an arm and a leg if only they could lose some weight. I must confess that logically, I can find no flaw...

Hide’n Scare – Juvenile games, episode 1

She was picking up the groceries from the forward rack. Her back was turned against me. It was night time, and the store was more or less deserted. It was, as Elmer would say, vely vely quiet. And she had no idea I was sneaking up on her. This was...

Fatboy Slims?

It was Easter again and I had obtained my hard earned day off to go home in the loving shelter of the parental home down south in Cochin. I was all set for the feasting, sharing, feasting and feasting that was part of the annual ritual. And I had a...

A cause-effect analysis

Yesterday was a bad day. Little demons with big pointy sticks poked the insides of my skull; Tiny clones of Himesh Reshammiya sat next to my eardrums and shrieked at the top of his irksome nasal voice; my old economics professor popped up like an inebriated jack-in-the-box every time I...

You can check out any time you like, but…

For those who came in late… I was admitted into a Hospital ward on suspicion of Typhoid. This is true… I wasn’t under treatment for Typhoid, mind you… … I was brought in because of ‘alleged Typhoid-like symptoms‘. It started one lovely Friday morning… which turned out to be not-so-lovely-after-all,...

If Looks Could Kill

It will be corroborated by friends and relatives I have had the pleasure of knowing, that I have never been concerned with how I look. People might confirm that beyond the tender age up to which my parents tended to my social appearances, I have seldom obtained the concurrence of...

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