4 months have passed since the year started. Along with gaping at the flying days with wide eyes, I have realized I need to note down some very important changes which I have inculcated into my lifestyle off late.
So, here is my Tata-list
As I already have bleated profusely, I am off-sugar since 7-8 weeks. Now it so happened that since the day I resolved to say tata to sugar, a variety of sweet dishes came my way at home and at work. My usually non-foodie office colleagues had a dramatic change of heart and starting bringing in sweets every single day. Chocolates I already don’t eat so that I could easily dodge. But how to say no to hot puran-polis. Then my head did the math. Sugar is not equal to jaggery. Thus I happily gorged on my share of the puran-polis. Someone had given a cake from a birthday party. Besan laddoos. Alphonso ice cream. Mango pachadi. Suffice to say that I barely scrapped. Many of my colleagues were interested to join my no-sugar challenge. When they came to know biscuits and cookies were off-limits, they started cursing me left and right. Sigh.
Yes, I am not using any shampoo since many months. Tired of trying out every single kind and make, I decided to go herbal. Hibiscus leaves paste. Egg mask. The likes. SIL has concocted a wondrous herbal shikakai powder which has everything to make my hair feel fuller and softer. Only God knows how many times I have blessed her.
The television in my room was last alive a month ago. I used to switch it on for few minutes, only to switch it off for the lack of good programs. 90% of the time, I used to watch the songs in MTV or VH1. I did not have the energy to follow any regular soap after entering the room at 11 in night, nor the inclination to watch heavily choreographed cosmetic characters.
This is a bit difficult to comprehend even for myself. I suddenly feel myself not wanting anything. The other day, Zack and I were at the departmental store. He egged me to try out a new deodorant. I said No. A new top? No. Warm sponge cake?No. Jewellery? No. I know, I should just wait to let someone certify me as a cave
man. Or cave-women.
I already have my life devoid of many usual stuff – like coffee and aerated drinks. Now when folks around me are noticing these new tata-changes in me, they are wondering if I have a secret stash that I smoke. Nope, not made-up. True story.