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  • Bulimia Nervosa: Living with Bulimia

    Bulimia Nervosa: Living with Bulimia

    Elisa stood in front of the mirror staring at her body. Though she is at an ideal weight, she still feels fat looking at her body. Lost in her thoughts she suddenly heard her mother calling her name “Elisa come downstairs and have dinner.”

    She went downstairs and saw different varieties of food prepared by her mother on the occasion of the new year.  She was fasting since the morning and thought that eating a little junk food won’t hurt. She promised herself not to overeat and to indulge in mindful eating. But the moment she took the first bite all the promises she made to herself moments ago vanished and it was nearly impossible for her not to indulge in overeating.  

    She nearly ate all the dinner alone, stuffing herself with the food to the point where it was nearly impossible for her to even breathe. “It feels soo good to see you eating again like a normal human.” her dad said with a smile because for the last few months, she is trying to do fasting and her dad is obviously against that.  She said nothing because her mind was too blank to think of anything. She silently stood up from her chair and went to the washroom.

    The moment she locked the door immediately her hands went inside of her mouth trying to push all the ingredients out that she had consumed minutes ago.  She forced her fingers back to her throat to the point where she started gagging on them. All the food came from her mouth and spiked everywhere. After forceful vomiting, she looked at herself in front of the mirror and almost gagged at what she saw. Her face looked as if she has aged a decade. The first time she indulged in forceful vomiting she promised herself that this is the first time she is doing such stupid things. But it’s been three months and almost every single day she finds herself shoving her fingers at the back of her throat trying to spill all the contents out of her mouth. There were times when her breath used to stink due to vomiting and she felt dizzy throughout the whole day. Tears started forming at the corner of her eyes because she was tired and wanted to live a normal life without having to worry soo much about food. Ignoring her thoughts she immediately cleaned all the mess and made sure not to leave any hint of what she was doing there. She knew that Bulimia is wrong and it can cause death but the desire for a perfect body is soo strong that she finds herself indulging in this vicious cycle again and again. 

  • What it feels to a north Indian like me to live in the city of Hyderabad?

    What it feels to a north Indian like me to live in the city of Hyderabad?

    I have never visited Hyderabad before. I am from north, specifically eastern region, where I spent my first twenty years of my life. I have moved to Hyderabad for my higher education. Now, before coming here, I had heard great praise about this city: the Hyderabadi-Biriyani, the Charminar, and many things. As expected, I was expecting a lot from this City of Pearls (for its historical pearl and diamond trade). My experiences, well, turned out to be way less pearly.

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    Firstly, the food. To start out, I am a big foodie. I love eating all types of foods and expand my boundaries, which I call as ‘expanding my tastes’. My first experience when I got down from the railway station was the first blow I received as a foodie. I saw a samosha stall outside. We love samoshas, aloo-chops, vegetable-chops, anything oily and lot of ‘pur’ in it, we are all for it. So, I ate 3 samoshas at the stall back to back as I was hungry after one and half day of journey from Ranchi. When I asked for the total, he said it was 30 Rupees. What! I replied that don’t give me the rate for a dosa but for the three samoshas I ate just now. No. Still 30 Rupees. The price of a samosha here in Hyderabad is 10 Rupees! Moreover, we get only two paralyzed mirchis with it. We would get 4 samoshas for that price in my place. There in there, at that stall, I took the pledge to never have a samosha in Hyderabad. Starting there every food/dish is costly in Hyderabad: dahi-bada 15 Rupees each, rasogulla 10 Rupees each, even the pizza from the Dominos is costly. No doubt there are no foodies in Hyderabad; no food culture, no such dhabas, food-stalls, khopchas specializing in anything. I expected, like we must, find some stall would be good in dosas, some in idlis, some in other things, etc. Just plain nothing. The truth is there was hardly anything that I had here that I had not already tried before. Now, the only thing that was left for me to try is Hyderabadi-biriyani of course. So, me and my friends went to many popular of restaurants in Hyderabad, and my experience was less than as I, we all had expected. The biriyani was good, no doubt, but not so good that one could brag about it, and have prefix ‘Hyderabadi’ attached to it.

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    Secondly, the traffic. I am sure Hyderabad is competing Delhi on traffic, and would definitely beat it in most days of the week, if not all. I have not seen an empty road after I came to Hyderabad. There are so many traffic-posts, speed breakers, traffic police everywhere but still nothing. Occasionally, what takes an hour ride from one place to another would take about 3 hours. Not to mention the pollution that is generated; if you want to get its truest view then do visit the Charminar. The best thing you can do when you go there is return back as soon as possible. The Hyderabad is blessed with places such as this everywhere. Even big politicians face jam and stay stuck, what to say of us ordinary people.

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    Thirdly, the heat. Now, I would dare Bear Grylls to stay here in Hyderabad for the entire summer. Yeah, I know he can, for Bear Grylls is Bear Grylls, but the point is the weather is so damn hot that you would often need his tricks to get through the entire season. No kidding. Other places in India too have hot summers, but Hyderabad has that for five months straight for God sake — from March to July. The atmosphere here is crystal clear — no humidity, no hot winds, which makes the hot rays of the sun penetrate harder. We had to buy Nycil, Dermi Cool powders, Sunscreens, etc. in kilos. Also, my guess is the caps, hats, and umbrella shop owners would be the millionaires here, for obvious reasons. Well, the news is summers do end, and guess what follows. The season of monsoon, that lasts for three months. The atmosphere remains always wet and humid, and so are you, throughout the days, and the nights, inside or outside. The only comfortable season here is the winter, which is so short that it would end before it has started.

    In conclusion, this is not the place to visit or settle I would recommend to my homies back there. If you still want to visit the major attractions, I would urge to get a helicopter and enjoy the sights from a safe hundred meters above the ground. Meanwhile, to all my friends who are not in Hyderabad, pray for me while I am here, and that I get out of here at the earliest opportunity. Amen.

  • Brother’s Love 

    Brother’s Love 

    One day, Rose gets upsets and starts crying when she is sitting with her mother in the restaurant. She starts yelling and screaming that the scar on her face is not going away and she has to meet a boy in a day. Her mother asks her what happened, how you got this scar and also who is this boy. Her mother says, “I left the house for just two days and you got this.” Rose starts crying and hugs her mother. She starts telling her mother how did this scar come and all the torture she had to go through within these two days of her short life.

    She says, “I was coming from my friend’s house and James (her brother) from his friend’s house. He saw me in the lobby, ran towards the house, and closed the door. The handle of the door hit my head and I was bleeding, which I did not know. He pulled me inside my room and made me see my face. I was screaming, “Oh my god, blood.” You will not believe, he was standing there and laughing and rolling on the floor. Afterwards when I started crying, he bandaged me like a mother. I was so touched to see that mom.”

    Then, I was standing in the balcony and he came with a mug. The mug was full of cold water and he poured it on me. It was freezing outside and I was freezing too. I was yelling at him, “Are you out of your mind, stupid.” He ran inside and so did I. He came with a towel, threw me inside the bathroom, and locked it from outside. I was totally in belief that he was not my real brother and you have adopted either of us from an adoption house.

    I came outside of my room and started searching for the food on the dining table as to what I should eat. However, I smelt something fishy here as well. The sooner I sat on the chair I fell off the chair as per my estimation. Now, who will believe that he is my real brother? I asked him gently what his problem is. He replied with a grin, “YOU.” I lost my calm and asked him, “What do you get out of this?” He says with an innocent smile, “Happiness, I get happiness and relaxation after teasing you. You are the reason of my happiness and for your kind information I hate you to the moon and back.”

    I went to my bed and tried to sleep and here he comes with another annoying tactic. He came with a stereo and placed it inside my room and near my ears. He started playing EDM in my room when I was trying to fall asleep. At last, I had to beg him to stop playing music and let me sleep. I had to touch his feet and say that I am loser and he is a winner. Then only he left the room. The amount of I had to feel in these two days were a lot more than any other day.

    Today, when I was coming, a boy whistled at me and you will not imagine what happened next. He went straight towards him and hit him so hard that he could not move for a while. I was so happy to see that moment as I felt alive after so long in my life of two days. Her mother starts laughing and Rose felt a bit offended and shy at time.

    Everyone knows that every brother loves their sister to infinity and cares for them the most. Though, they will never accept the fact that they love their sisters.