Time no matter no more, worry no matter no more.

Years, days, minutes, seconds...how irrelevant. As humans we are most comfortable with living within slices of time. And surprisingly it governs everything we do or don't. We reward or punish ourselves in terms of time. And due the milestones which we attach with time, we worry ourselves to death if we don't comply.

After my first diving experience today, it's clear. There is a world where it doesn't matter what age you graduate or if you don't have a job till you're 25 or if you're not married until very late in life or if you haven't had a baby even though your biological clock is speeding away. It doesn't matter if you're beautiful, wealthy or successful. It doesn't matter if your job is sickening or if you have worries that seem to weigh you down all the time.

All that matters in the under water world are the untouched wonders. You start a lifetime experience with a lot of hesitation. But the moment you start to feel what awaits you, you just get it right. To begin with,the moment I had my head under the water for the 1st time, I thought I was short of breath or would stifle but the instructor brought me to the surface for some air and (thankfully!) almost pushed me back again and this time baby I wasn't to give up. 

Its a world of unbelievable colours and life. Life that is so pristine, so vibrant and so real. Nothing matters, just nature, reality and I. I tried to touch so many new things but it seemed to tell me "you can only see, not touch." 

When I was finally out, I was quiet for a long time trying to believe all the beauty I'd seen in a single day. It seemed I was in the water for only 10 minutes but I was stunned to know that I was gone for 30. 

Seriously, Time no matter no more, worry no matter no more. 

Highway on my Pot

While having my dinner today, I was watching Rocky and Mayur's 'Highway on my Plate' and I especially like their show since they snitched the idea that I have always had. The soul of any place is its food. So I had this idea of hosting a travel show where I (a hardcore vegetarian) and Sumit (a more than a hardcore non vegetarian) search for a place's soul through its foods. So we go around searching for how can a vegetarian and non vegetarian survive in this place. 

But no, I don't think I can host this kind of show anymore. 

These guys were in Puri, Orissa. Doing what? Of course they were hogging and hogging and hogging and hogging. And seeing them hog quashed all my dreams of ever nearing such a show ever. 

After my brisk walking session and now relishing my only protein lightly salted dal dinner, my eyes were not prepared to see what I was seeing them do. I cannot subject myself to heaps of glutton glazed in slimy looking oil and slimier spices. There was a heap of rice that sat innocently on their leaf plates soon to change colors as it was bathed in red fiery sinful oily curries, on one's plate there was a vegetarian variety and the other was a non vegetarian. Can't even start to imagine the harm it would do once inside their systems. And as if the main course assault wasn't enough, there were the desserts. Huge rasgullas and gulabjamuns or a mixture of these fallen in the unrighteous extra sugary syrup. I have seen the guys gorge white flour snacks and sweets from different cities, in numerous shows, which are fixed in no other way but deep fried to give you enough piles on the hips.   

I have nothing against Rocky and Mayur, in fact I think they are really good entertainers and more than anything really brave. Subjecting their health to so much torment and yet maintaining a great sense of humor but I pray they are staying away from getting a highway on their respective pets (tummies).

I am now starting to think of a travel show to search for healthy foods in different cities. What say ;-)