Naheeeeeeeeeeeee...

One of the most common hindi movie dialogues from the 80's and 90's.

Son will be captured and mother tied to a post as the young lad is forced to divukge some life giving secret under the threat that his mother would be killed otherwise, and then his mother will scream, emptying her tear glands(or glycerine bottles)

NAHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!


But, I am saying this very filmy word-that-extends-into-a-sentence, for quite a different reason.

Now, I must tell you, that the very reason I am screaming नही .. is because I did something I swore to myself I would never do, no matter what the circumstances. I am doing it, because I am compelled to and I have to do it for the next 9 days. I am also rather ashamed of myself for doing this thing I was not supposed to ever do.

This thing I am doing that I should not be doing and am ashamed of is.....

**drumroll**

Dieting.

Yes, girl-who-loves-food (the red indians gave me this name), is on a diet given by my dearest dietician at the Gym.

Here's a little something about my dietician. She is awesome (No no... not awesome like Kareena Kapoor's dietician). Her policy for me is, "If you are only 20, why do you need a diet? You burn what you eat anyways. Above that you exercise, then what is the need to treat you like you are 400 kilos? Go eat one chocolate everyday. NA-thing will happen. You're 20, and you're active healthy and exercising. NA-Thing will happen to you"

So whenever in the past 3 months i'd see her in the gym, she'd sit me down and chat with me for half an hour, in which she'd occassionally give out interesting and easy weight loss pointers, for the average lazy person (a.k.a me). But mostly our conversations revolved around her dog, my dog and my education.

Now THIS very lady, who refused me diets earlier, has put me on a 10-day jaundice patient replicate diet. I don't blame her. The real cause for this mess? Mother of mine.

Mother of mine,
You gave to me,
Scoldings so I,
Would drink green tea,
And I would lose weight for you to be happy
Mother, sweet mother of mine.

Now what my mother did, was , in the intense sincerity that I should lose weight before I travel to London ( and lots of it) she suggested I go and ask my dietician for a diet to aid my weight loss.

I laughed very coolly, and thought it was a rather big joke, knowing my dietician's outlook towards my health.

Then I made a mistake. Such a big mistake. I miscalculated the motherly isntinct present in my dietician, and told her the joke my mother made, asking "her" to provide "me" with a ""Diet"".

The expression of horror on my face stayed for several minutes after my dietician very calmy
said, "Why not".

I thought I'd won the battle, but the war hadn't even begun.

2 days later I got my 10 day diet chart which is a specally designed 55% carb diet. I recognise and remember only 5 words. Radish, Beetroot, Cabbage, Kanji, Buttermilk. Oh yeah, and I also recollect the smart footnote

Note: Oil allowance per day 1-2tsp.

Now see, the problem wasn't anything except the fact that this diet may actaully be good for me, and in some way or the other, having put one foot in boiling hot oil, I might as well deep fry myself. Until today.

After Day#1 of observing the diet, I was having a deepset craving for a frankie, by lunch time. But, I have completed one day successfully, with not a piece of junk in my system, and now...*gulp*... I have NINE more days to go.

I still love you mom.