Yup its been long and I know I should have written before but…wht can I say …iam Lazy Ok now u knw. So it was a friends blog this time that prompted me to write this one(I am one woman who needs motivation I tell u). Cuz it made me think (n I think weird soooo ) n I came up with this lil story- read on-

Characters
Acchai ka keeda- Innocu
Keeda of self respect- Dignu
And Me :)

I was living in my small world with big (read retro size) rosy glasses and everything…was good. So to reciprocate to the goodness of this world (which of course is a delusion ) I nurtured this acchai ka keeda (urf innocu), yes I choose to call it that. Me n my keeda were living happily spreading goodness , making others happy, fighting for other ppl. Sadly I didn’t realize that my other keeda, the keeda of self respect urf dignu , was getting sidelined. Anyway I was too much in love with innocu so I fed him and fed him and overfed him. I boosted hi morale , there came a time when he became so huge , he needed more space to exist so he complained n I happily gave him the space that belonged to my Dignu. Dignu had to squeeze he had to move to a corner and curl up so that his head bends downwaard and he can fit into tht crampy space. He was sad and demoralized …but I didn’t care I thought Dignu was selfish, he only thought of MY benefit MY betterment oh god! how self-seeking. So innocu and me went around trying to change the world and ppl loved me (or so I thought) they would tell me everything , I was the confidante, I was their voice…how I bloated with pride n so did innocu. Dignu the underdog got crushed , he was ran over, tortured and even I treated him like an orphan. Innocu then multiplied and had kids and kept growing bigger and bigger…and bigger. He was too huge, his own body couldn’t sustain the weight. That was it. Bahut ho chukka …main bhi sorta irritate ho gayi thi , yaara kabhi kabhi apna bhi sochna hota hai bahut maar kha li , ppl had used me, hurt me and then left …all bcz of acchai ka keeda. I was angry and he was bloating. One day he died ...and a sad death haan he just burst open. Yup what a blast it was. But his kids were smart and they were new generation so they were figure conscious n all u see. They never put on too much weight , never grew too big in size. They made friends with Dignu and both lived in peace and harmony. The concept of interdependence had triumphed. Whenever one started growing into the others space they stopped eating and let the other grow. They realized that a balance is what is important…a healthy balance. And well ….so did I.

Moral of the story- Too much of anything is bad for health….the end is painful.