Just back from the gym, after an hour long yoga session at home..consumed the juice of wheatgrass, home grown, (totally hubbys initiative), am on to having some fruit and then breakfast maybe after 12.oo p.m..if I am home or will carry it. Why this obsessive, manic fetish you might ask..quite right..I feel the same..Why?
The other day, 25th actually, attended a pageant for crowning Mr/Ms Body Beautiful. The judges were the pyts of Bollywood, Dia mirza, Kangana Raut, Yana Gupta, etc The contestants were fine specimens of protein shakes, eggwhite, low carb regime coupled with 3day upper body and 3 day leg workouts. Indeed fascinating. Not that I was new to it, but hey cannot boast of a 24 inch waistline anymore..( college days..yes)but do I intend to? Naah!!!.. Do I wish to have one?..Naah!!! Omigosh..my nose is growing..Ok..that was a BIG lie. I dont know of anyone who wont wish for a Marie Antoinette( 14 inch) or thereabouts. But in the final analysis, how much does it matter..really!
Now, I dont wish this to sound like a ‘grapes are sour’ syndrome..because its truly not. I maybe a few inches away from the coveted 24, but not too far..But for the life of me cannot devote my life to carving out my body, thinking, living, dreaming of abs and carbs, workouts and tuck ins. Its important to be fit, healthy and energetic..so that one can view life with a certain appetite for savouring the good and the bad, with equal fervour and intensity, but to live on the basis of extraneous appearances, seems futile and such a waist..umm..waste of a good life.
I have personally known girls barely out of their teens, who in this race for slimness, have developed health problems with far reaching consequences. Since, all do not have the facility, time or inclination to attend a gym and undergo a trained fitness regime, they opt for what appears to be the easy way out..STARVE.. or worse self help books. “Be careful of a health book..you may die of a misprint” The hazards manifest gradually, surreptitiouly and ignominously. when the alarm bells finally sound, its too late.Sometimes, irreversible harm has been done, hormones begin playing tricks, stomach lining ruined for life and child bearing in jeopardy..to surmise..complications galore.
Preserving health in much severity is a malady in itself. Our ancients had prepared a blueprint as guide for a healthy life whiich incuded simple yet efficacious tenets. Eating in moderation, exercising in moderation, sleeping in moderation. the only ‘excess’ recommended was ‘laughter and the complete ‘no’ was ‘worry’.
The trend that is en vogue today is extreme anxiety about ‘diet’, ‘working out’, ‘body’..purchased health. But if one cares to look beneath the surface, it seems artificial, plastic, unnatural and fraught with the ‘disease of desire’. See there seems to be a strange dichotomy at work here. To a sane, rational, well adjusted being, the dea of health is synonymous with a good life. However when getting to that state of complete health itself is a state of angst, then to what avail that fitness, which at best demonstrates a narcissistic approach to oneself.
What about ‘chicken soup for the soul’? When will ‘soul stirring’ exercises take precedence? And how about a ‘soul search’ for perpetuating inherent goodness, lying somewhere deep within, aching for release?
When will there be a pageant for Mr/Ms Soul Beautiful ?