health and fitness

Being Vegetarian or Non-vegetarian.

This is a strong topic in itself. Particularly in the region of my country I come from, this is a very crucial choice to be made. Here in my state, majority of the people are vegetarian, and being non vegetarian is kind of a taboo here. Many times I think over this point while sitting alone.

As far as my knowledge of history goes, India was not at all this strong non vegetarian followers’ country. In ancient times, majority of the Indians were non vegetarians. They used to eat many cuisines (of course not beef). Then came the era of Lord Buddha and Lord Mahavir. They both spread the message of “amhinsa” (non-violence) to the whole of the country. That brought down the aggression and violent instinct in the population in the majorit

y of the region of India. Many adopted Buddhism and Jainism as religion and converted themselves in to strict vegetarian.

This was the religious point of view. Speaking scientifically, the whole concept of being, vegetarian, non-vegetarian or vegan,


won’t stand at all. Strictly speaking, a living being has to eat in order to survive. As the instinct of nature goes, a living being would eat anything it could digest in order to survive. In this logic, the concept of sin, harm or injustice doesn’t even stand.

We need to eat in order to suffice the need of nutrient material for survival. Many of them is obtained from the plantations. But there are certain elements which are obtainable from foods of animal origin only (Vit. B12). Strict vegan people, following the concept for long, would definitely lack it and suffer from the ailments arising from its deficiency. What I believe is, nothing is wrong for eating as far as you like the taste. It’s nothing wrong or sinful in it. All one should


care about is the hygiene and quality of the food.

While discussing this with my friends or colleagues, I often face the arguments like, eating other animals (meat) is sinful, it is killing the other living being for our expediency. This is all bullshit. These arguments are so self-centric and modified in a way to justify our incompetency. When someone is talking about harming the other living being, aren’t plants and trees living?


Plantations do grow, they do reproduce. They have sensations. Plant of touch-me-not is a great example of it. The only fault of them is that they are immobile and it is one of the major reason people consider them almost nonliving. Plants are as alive as we are. They respirate, they grow from a tiny sprout to a huge tree, they have a well establish vascular system, they acquire nutrition from earth, they reproduce. Eating them has to be as sinful as eating other living being, if we are talking about harming the living.

If we don’t go deeper in to religion and remain stick to the Mother Nature and rules by which the nature is governed, this conflict would vanish in a flash. Homo sapiens have become civilized and cultured and these all problems arose. Some things are edible and some are non-edible. This brought about the imbalance in the nature. One should follow the basic rule of the nature. YOU NEED TO EAT WHATEVER IS SUITABLE AND DIGESTIBLE BY YOU BODY.

These rules of sin, harm, heaven, hell don’t apply to other carnivores. Aren’t they the equal part of this Mother Nature as we humans are? If it doesn’t apply to them, it won’t apply to us also.

Basically, all one should do is to get above these tiny thought and believes and rise up as good human. Do care about doing good, to others, society and earth. Don’t waste intellect over this useless topic and eat whatever you like. Eat good, eat health and focus on betterment of life.

health and fitness

Experiments of exercise of a foodie

As they say, a healthy heart resides in a healthy body. Now-a-days the changing trends, life styles and eating habits have changed the physic of the population up to larger extent.


I am a health freak. Yes I am, but at the same time I am a foodie too. little-luigi-s-pizzaAnd most of the times, this foodie component of my self dominates. I just can’t resist the sight and smell of the spicy, tasty food. This is definitely going to get reflected on my body.  So these habits of mine made me heavy. But due to god’s grace, my tall height compensates a bit.

Almost every day, the health freak inside wakes up. I always keep on thinking of exercise, work outs, being on diet etc. But it is the time when those two angels in me start discussing the issue for me. The famous good and evil spirits of yourself.

The good and honest one, keeps on counting the positive points & benangel-1939761_960_720efits of being regular in exercise. He describes the bad of being overweight and fat. He always motivates me to get up and go ahead.

At the same time, he is countered by the devil being. This fellow describes angel-1939761_960_720the tasty food, rest, leisure, enjoyments, sleep etc. He always favors the postponement of exercise. He points to the comfortable bed waiting for me.

Ultimately, the devilish side almost always wins and I post pone the schedule.

The concept of becoming a healthy individual consists of two portions. The first is the diet schedule and the other is regular exercise.

The diet maintenance is the important of the two. If the calorie input is much more than your expenditure, you are never going to lose weight. So in order to decrease weight, the first thing you want to do is to check the inputs. Almost every day in the morning, I am keen on reducing the diet. The menu for breakfast, lunch and dinner is set in my mind, but it remains so until I am at the food table. The planning, the menus, the dieting everything literally vanish out of the mind.

After cof964649a9602614a4aafe8390e86a1cbmpleting the food, again the feeling of guilt sets in. I look forward to next dining session but on reaching the time, the inevitable happens again. Once I eat full, without any restrictions of putting on weight, the deep feeling of guilt sets in again.

Actually this condition is unique in itself. At one side, I am having the pleasure of eternity of satiating my ever eager tongue. I am having the feeling of nirvana filling my tummy.  At the same time this feeling of guilt is also there. Exactly opposite of the other one.

Then starts the rationalism. Various negotiating dialogues start coming in my head. Different resolutions start banging one by one.

“The food was too delicious to ignore today, it’s not your fault.”

“Come on, you will not do this every day, don’t feel too much of the guilt.”

“I will be particular about this now onwards.”


As a part of the guilt defending mechanism, I start yelling on my mother or wife for cooking my share of food. Blaming them – in a way – for my temptation for food.

The other aspect – the exercise. Tougher it is. When I decide to start exercising on a regular basis, the first thing that cross my mind is the timing of it. EXERCISE IN THE MORNING OR IN THE EVENING.

Taking this decision would eat up somewhat around a couple of days. I know deep down in my mind that I don’t like exercising in evening but still I waste time on deciding the timing of exercise in order to postpone it.

After this starts the exercise of getting up early for exercise. I generally prefer to go for walk/jo472291663g at 7 am. For that I would set up the alarm for 6 am. The time between 6 to 7 am is also segregated. It includes time for that extra nap after the first bell rings, time for freshening up, time for dressing up etc. In all these, if I find that the time is 10 past 7, then I would lose my all interest for exercise for being non punctual. I make up my mind for next morning.

In the busy schedule of the day, it is only the night time when I get some time for refreshment. It is now when I watch movies, series or anything like that. I sometimes read some books too during this time. All such activities would push the clock up to 12 or more. These activities are so captivating that I simply can’t resist them. Actually nobody can.

Such things won’t let me get up early next morning. This happens for many days. Finally at a perfect morning, I meet my all punctuality criteria and manage to go for the walk. The whole day that day passes fine. There is a fine feeling of victory in mind. Feeling of achievement is also there, but again next morning is sleep only. All rationalism sets in again.

Actually this is not the ideal way for weight management. Management of health and body weight must be strict. It should be followed without bending the schedule much. Whatever I am sharing is my personal experiences and feeling. Many times it gets depressing for myself not proving up to the marks of punctuality but this is the way of life. This is how it goes. This makes me chase something. I get to cheer for something. Actually I feel this may be the story of many. Many times I felt of sharing my these experiences with health management with everyone, but couldn’t find better platform than this. If you at all feel connected or agreed, you can put your comments below.

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First time ever authentic cigar experience


This is my first ever blog.

I was wondering what to put in it. I mean it must be worthy of the first blog. I was constantly thinking of the topic worth sharing.. particularly as the first ever blog

Then just now, this came across my mind. A first time ever event is worth putting as the first time blog. So here it is. It may seem a regular experience but for me it was one on the best. Since long, I was fascinated by the thought of smoking an authentic hand rolled cigar. I belong to a small town called Jamnagar, in India. We don’t find authentic hand rolled cigar in out town. And what is available is a cheap cigar with no taste or quality. Whenever we friends craved a cigar, this was all we had.

Last month the opportunity arose. My close friend went to US and I asked him to bring an authentic hand rolled Cuban cigar for me. And wonder o wonders…. he managed to bring one. It was not Cuban though, it was from Dominican Republic. The name was “partagas rothschild”. I was quite an impressive pack. I was amazed to have it in my hand.

The first authentic cigar I tried
partagas rothschild cigar

I belong to a family where smoking is not taking lightly. So when my mum knew it was cigar. She said flatly that OK, NOW THAT YOU HAVE THIS, SMOKE IT OFF.

My wife was just there, she knows me very well. She said no mom, he wont smoke it now. He will wait for the appropriate company for this.

This is very much true too. I bet you bring any kind of cigar or drink, be it any expensive, but if you don’t have the best companion to share it with, it’s worthless. And in my close group, we have tendency to preserve such rarities for one another. So I waited for my friend.

THE TIME CAME. My friend paid a visit to my home and he was here for two days. On the very first day we opened the pack. The smell of the stick itself was quite fantastic. We both knew we needed to cut the cigar, but none of us had enough knowledge to decide which was the end of the stick to be cut.

I was excited by the thought of putting the stick between my teeth and suck a deep puff out of it. Somewhere I heard that “A CIGAR MUST BE LIT WITH A WOODEN MATCH STICK ONLY. A LIGHTER RUINS THE TASTE”. I was excited by this too and was ready with the match box. With out cutting the cigar I went on to lit one end of the stick which seemed the burning end and it was the one too.

I put the cigar between the teeth and sucked the first puff. Pulled my diaphragm up to my pelvis but nothing came in. DISAPPOINTED. Did it again. Nothing happened. My friend did the same but he failed too. Then we both understood the importance of cutting the cigar.

Now we didn’t know how to and how much is to be cut. Here helped the google. We noticed the demarcation on the mouth end of the cigar too. We didn’t have the cigar cutter man!!!! I took the kitchen knife and did the amputation!!!!

Amazing it was….. I mean cutting a Cigar with a kitchen knife… it was our desperation for smoking that superb cigar.

Now we were all set for the cigar. It was me who took the first puff… and my god!!!! now I had the real taste of an authentic cigar. I took it deep. It filled my nose and chest. An indescribable taste it was. But only of its kind. Some burnt, some bitterness, some smoked,  some astringent…. all this in one puff… but not exact yet…. make everything strong… now its the exact feeling you have during the first puff.

I passed the cigar to my friend. He took his share and he was also down with the feel… all hand down… satiated…. now again my turn…. I smoked the second puff and the room was spinning a bit…

We kept on smoking the stick and finished it by approximately 70%… this was it for us. I then put out the cigar and saved the rest for the next day.

This was one of the best experience… we both remained in Nirvana for around 2 hours then and it was the best time….

I guess this was an experience worth sharing….