This Tattle About News

So it goes, I have started exercising! This itself is ground breaking to start talking.. Err, writing. You remember the Gorilla dancing Gif (comparing it to a parent) that was being circulated online recently? That was the feeling I got after Baby E started his school. Don’t ask me the working hours. It’s all but 2 hours with eating, praying, reading, playing and if time permits learning. So the jubilant I, wanted to utilise it to the fullest. Yes, I am dealing with the fullest parts of the body first! As the numerous office goers struggle the streets to reach the office on time. Somewhere amongst them you find the elated short and wide female with squeaky sketchers rushing to the local green hub.

 I am totally changed now, (No fat shedding has not happened yet), since three days I didn’t touch the Newspaper! The social media is kind enough to get me the news at my window but just because I was reminded I glanced through it today. It’s the same story, Modi makes me weep and Rahul makes me Sleep. What choice do we have? Kejriwal, shows not much promise after getting slapped so many times. Come on! Women have moved on from tampons and going to Eco-cups! We are still thinking how to stop our country from leaking. Agreed pun is bad here but Salman did manage all that applaud and fan fare for his poor fun flick even after his sexist remarks. Recent I hear is Remembrance placard for his dead doggies. What about those footpath men who died (700meters away from his Doggy love) when he drove his machine down on them? Yes, we don’t talk about dead where the living roams in distress. 

Burhan, IS or the numerous mass killings all makes me uneasy. I don’t want to pick up the paper and read. Read about all that pain.  Not right to shun away from what’s happening in real world, right? Here again what choice do I have? I am not even mentioning the pain of the common man with the dips of Rupee and the highs of the fuel and food prices. Believe me my walks in this conservative neighbourhood is full of overbearing discussions of rising spinach prices. Yet, I have found a group of fellow walkers who cheer for Kabali on the walkway. Somewhere a moment of ecstatic happiness brings a smile to the worrying aunties too.

Do your small bit everyday to breathe and let nature breathe. Try to spread happiness so much so that somebody gets infected by you. And as I always say Live and Let Live.