Super models?

When I switch on the television, I see a beautiful model trying to convince me that I need to lose weight using a slimming belt, exercise for abs, use a specific brand of oil for my receding hairline,  another brand for sparkling white teeth, third brand for shaving right, fourth brand to dress up right, fifth brand to shop for my daily groceries, sixth brand to enjoy my shower and make it a healing experience, seventh brand to eat the right chips, ...and the parade goes on.

When I read the newspaper or a magazine, I see more enticing models trying to sell me a dream house, a dream car, a dream wife, a dream lifestyle, in vogue electronics, essential professional education, and must-watch entertainment.

I listen to people sharing comments with others such as " you have put on weight" " you need to lose weight" you need to exercise" " you need diet control" " you must dress right".. in short fat is bad and you must not have an ounce on your body.

The reality of these pretty models is so grim.. They cannot eat what they want as they are always on a diet, they have to constantly exercise to look great, they have a short shelf life as age and gravity deals a body blow their careers. They take steroids and other supplements to be more than themselves.

When I look back. In school, I was subjected to Motu ( fatso), jadya ( fat), elephant, bukkad ( greedy for food) by friends blessed with better metabolism. I had an inferior complex for a majority of my formative years, as I never fit the image of the ideal student such as having a good athletic personality, good in sports, popular etc.. my defense mechanism took over ..I took a hiatus to create an image for myself in my head for the better part of my teens..people then started calling me shy and introverted. I took to studies to fill the hole in my heart and divert my attention.  I avoided social interaction for a long time, was never popular with the opposite gender. I despised my friends who were early bloomers. Fat was only good to me, when I got into a fight, it  diffused  potential energy when I was hit.

Nowadays. Whenever I get comments on how I need to reduce my paunch, I reply, I am not a model, nor I seek employment in that industry. I really cannot understand why being fat is such a bad thing. I agree having everything in excess is a bad thing. The law of diminishing marginal utility works everywhere.

I say fat is good as it stores the highest amount of energy ( 8 kcal energy).Fat supports all your vital organs in your body, without fat protecting them, you are a sitting duck. Being plump helps foetuses get the right nutrition and plump women deliver healthy babies.

I am quoting available research "Fats typically provide more than half of the body's energy needs. Fat from food is broken down into fatty acids, which can travel in the blood and be captured by hungry cells. Fatty acids that aren't needed right away are packaged in bundles called triglycerides and stored in fat cells, which have unlimited capacity. "We are really good at storing fat," says Judith Wylie-Rosett, EdD, RD, a professor of behavioral and nutritional research at Albert Einstein College of Medicine."

We mimic the earth, the earth is made up of 70% water humans have a similar percentage of water, the earth has land we too are made from dust, the earth's atmosphere has air, We  breathe air.  The crust of the earth houses crude oil ..we too have FATS... Crazy similarity isn't it. Imagine the earth without crude oil.. no petrol, no kerosene, no diesel, no lubricants, no fatty products..no help to keep the fire burning. No evolution.

Why are humans so good at storing fat, is it survival instinct? Evolution design? Or is it that bones and fat are happily married together and have internal organs as healthy babies.

I will end with a fascinating fact..60 % of your brain is fat..if you cannot comprehend it ..I guess you have spent your life losing fat to look good. It's high time you undo the damage.

The white crow

Once in a community of black crows a white crow was born. Since the white crow stood out in the community and violated the community Colour code. The white crow though an infant was supernaturally stronger, more immune to the sun, & grasped things quicker than black infants. The society called a council to address this anomaly.

The council of the blacks as they were called were wise beyond their years. They were blacks who excelled in their ways - scavenging, hunting smaller birds, mob tactics, religion, official communication and stealing. The blacks spoke among each other and deliberated how this little white crow could be brought in line with the community.

They devised a 4 point action plan.
1. Use dark and Ugly locally manufactured  to try and change the Color of the crow from white to black
2.  Uneducate the crow to make him feel inferior and outcast. This introducing a mindset where black is supreme
3. Condemn the white crow as a scavenger near the coal mines at the extremities of the community
4. The last point was to make sure that this exception never mates and dilutes the blacks bloodline

So, the plan was enforced. The white crow was given inferior education, he lost confidence, cursed his luck, purchased dark and Ugly to fit in.He worked as a scavenger in the abandoned coal mines where it was constantly enforced that black was supreme.

The blacks then put in place a media gag to ensure that this anomaly was never in the history textbooks of the community...

As far as the community goes, the media did a good job to ensure that the council of the blacks were worshipped as Prophets and their idols were placed all over to be adored. White Doves were considered as sworn enemies and hunted or enslaved to scavenge. The community saw white as impure, devoid and diseased.

No one ever saw the white crow in years.. all that exists is a fable now...but hatred towards that white crow still exists till date.

Now read the story replacing black with white, crow/dove with humans, dark with fair and Ugly with beautiful

Gavin Dsouza

The illusion of the underdog..

Working hard, toiling hard in relentless pursuit of happiness. Never give up, never give in, it's not about how hard your hit, it's about how you get up once your hit. Stories about being successful against all odds. Being uneducated but successful after going meticulously through the rungs. Labour hard but never worry or ask about the fruits of your Labour. Pursue a materialistic dream as motivation- your own car, your own home, branded watch, branded clothes, going out to fancy clubs, dining in fancy restaurants, buy an iPhone it's a status symbol..don't have money currently no worries use your credit card. Banks are your best friend. Pay taxes and be a good citizen.

The world is heavily loaded against the middle class, placing a net of aspirations as a carrot to toil hard, sacrifice family time for work and replacing purpose with monetary priorities. Every now and then to motivate the backbone of the economy, the humble donkey.. one of its specimens is selected, glorified and made as a role model by the media. Knowing very well, the society needs hands and legs to generate wealth for a few and a little dream of a better life works wonders for middle class aspirations.

Like a wandering soul, away from its destination.. a life is wasted pursuing the trivial, sacrificing the important. I have no time to look after my parents, no time to meet my friends, no time to take care of my health, no time to eat my food, no time to play with my child, no time for my wife....but I am working for the betterment of my spouse, my child, my parents, a vacation for a week in a year...where I will live my life for 7 whole days.

Society is twisted, it needs crime to make people invest in security, it needs poor public transportation to make the populace buy cars, needs your children to go to school to stay uneducated, it needs corruption to breed the odd middle class hero, it needs population to showcase scarcity, it needs sickness to sell medicines, it needs a twisted laws to sell lawyers, accountants, it needs complexities and hindrances to start your own venture to sell a 9 to 5 job, it needs the media to help you make choices, it needs you to have irrelevant wants, needs you to digest propaganda to sell wars, needs your energy to power it's engine

You are the middle class..your whole life is an illusion