Going Dutch on a Vicious Cycle

I always look forward to those trips to Chech’s place as the pleasure derived from shopping without looking at the price tags for a chronic miser like me is …well….cannot be expressed in words. This trip, being my 3rd in the last 3 months was extra-special, cause I was confident that I had made some progress on my ‘lose weight’ resolution. So after 4 weeks of jumping in aerobics sessions, running by the side of Thames (evoking laughs from ppl who saw fat girl running), trying to avoid looking at my favourite ‘chewy chocolate cookies’ in the supermarket, I looked forward to the moment when I will stand on the weighing scale and the needle will gladly deflect to the left from my previous weight, when I wear the much sexy outfit and not look outrageous, when I can finally get some looks from deserving men, when I will finally choose a design for the tattoo that I was chickening out all this while. This was also to be my ‘Binge Week’- so in comes the drinks, snack-in-betweens and out goes the salad! I also kept getting info that Chettan (brother-in-law) was also making plans for happening weekend.

With all this optimism I head to the airport. Travelling for the first time with my new reissued passport, the worst of my fears came true. Seeing the foto in my passport (where my look is heavily inspired by a cross of Veerapan and Amy Winehouse), I was escorted for ‘additional’ security checks. Now I am someone who ‘silently’ walks across the metal detectors till date & here I was standing in weird positions (eg standing like a lizard) in front of an invisible X Ray machine!!! Once the woman at the security desk learnt that ‘they’ are real (not fake as thought ‘they’ were) and not the new way to conceal ammunition, I was let off… So far so good- I touched Schipol, met Chech-Chettan. Okay so I was jealous seeing that Chech has also lost weight, but I was happy to know that my ‘size XXL’ cheeks where only ‘XL’ this time.

Scene I- After a dinner of pizza I complain of having too much carbs for a day, when I was suggested that I can go cycling. Cycling in Holland, that is like French kiss in France!!

Scene II- Next second, I am on the cycle, enjoying the Dutch scenery at night and burning all the carbs. We were looking for Chinatown to see the leftovers of the Chinese New Year celebrations and on one of the bridges, I am distracted by the looks of another cyclist crossing my path, wearing aviators at NIGHT!!…

Scene III- I am head over heels or rather ‘cycle’ over heels, shin, ankle, foot’

The passers by surround me, and a woman asks me – “have u broken anything or is it jus a sprain?” With all due respect lady- HOW THE HELL AM I SUPPOSED TO KNOW!! A black ‘gentleman’ [I believe an Usher’s look alike] is lifting the jeans of my right leg, when I had hurt MY LEFT LEG!!! Soon the whole event sank in when Mr. Usher’s look-alike, with his hands stretched out in a chivalrous manner, told me- ‘If ya havent brok’n nythin’ then stan’ up, why yee sittin’ down’. I replied – I need sometime to come to terms with what jus happened and next second he vanished!! I wanted to tell him- dude your women are strong, but we Indian women take more than 45 seconds to come to out senses and STAND UP!!! So there went my “looks from deserving man”…

Scene IV- back at home and got to know that the ‘vicious’ cycle had made Chech also ill with ‘over cycling’. For her adventure click here. From then on it was a weekend when Chettan was taking care of 2 beautiful patients. Since I was ‘injured’, partying took a backseat and it was binging all the way- with comfort food like bakhlava, biryani, bbq flavoured chips, bacardi… :~(

But then I also cooked… (yes yes thats my creation..entry sent to Ripley’s Believe it or not!)


Drank…. (Chettan’s Mojito-[read lemonade])

and with restricted mobility there is always ‘tomorrow’ to start exercising :~P

Scene V- The two sisters cast an evil eye on ‘healthy’ Chettan and he is now sitting with a football size foot!

PS: The last time I cycled was 15yrs ago, when I stopped cycling because I fell off the cycle!!

PPS: My Valentine’s Day wishlist is out-

1) A cricket team-preferably the Mumbai team

2) 100 or more Reliance Power shares

3)Macbook Air

and no Tata Nano will not do…..


18 thoughts on “Going Dutch on a Vicious Cycle

  1. That brings real bad memories to me. Falling of a cycle is actually pretty dangerous. I fell off a cycle some ten years ago and have had chronic back pains ever since. Nice to know you survived … 🙂

  2. hahaha..i loved that baloon snap..u folks get inspired from me..i have a trainer cycle at home here..primarily used for drying clothes!..howzaat..;-Pand that puliyogrei looks awesome…hahhaa..just kidding..u got into elite league with the biriyani..the big chef gives his blessings!!

  3. @maneeshsab kuch maine banaya hai….mano ya na mano….@alexi was lucky indeed..sad to hear abt ur accident..@mathew/big chefbaloon snap idea was my dear sister’s..& i am forced to burn some calories becoz of a health conscious father, mother n brother in law & the latter’s constant taunts…pinne ente biryani/puliogrei.. oru ‘amborsia chettan’ aayirinnu ente inspiration :~P..thank u for d blessings..i will give u one spoon of the biryani as gurudakshina

  4. what exactly did you make??? am trying to figure that out… it looks nice… but is it a biryani? is it a lasagna? or is it…? I donno… temme… bored of thinking food items… dammit.. thanks to you… am hungry now…

  5. Ms.Madhur Jaffrey: when are you coming next to cook more of your cordon bleu delicacies??? Now that you are the chef, all the more reason for me to put my legs atop the sofa and channel surf ;-p

  6. I have a tattoo on me 😀 nevermind where *cough cough*trust me, it doesn’t hurt at all. Well maybe just a little when they are doing the outline… but it’s more like an annoying kid on the train pinching you repeatedly on the same spot until you want to pick up that small body angelic or not – and throw him out of the window.go ahead and do it gurl! 😉

  7. to start withwhen I wear the much sexy outfit and not look outrageous, when I can finally get some looks from deserving mennot to sound sarcastic or anything.. but UR TURNING INTO A GIRL!!!but the food looks pretty good… looks like ur totally getting into ‘marriage’ mode… put me on top of the list ;)root3/ markiv

  8. @zenmasterthats is curried stale rice..want some??@eljoMichelin Star recipients like me dont cook so often…@mishmashthanks :~)…aah not in as much pain as my sister was@nishuthank u :~)@bratboy u still remember those school days tales…yeah i did…my bike was never the same after that :~(@gunjthat philosophy is taking a toll on my health these days :~(@macthe tattoo is still pending…but thanks for that advice..it ws much needed.

  9. @vikramdude i am afterall a girl..and its not marriage mode..its all abt survival..cant eat another slice of bread these days@ankitthanks…i was myself suprised..@ashseriously girl…y y…i m now in a situation as similar to yours after your gym session.@germinal dreamervery true..however i am now regretting all that binging..

  10. [i]Haye!!! Yeh kya anarth ho gaya…tere toe se yeh kya ug raga hai?!![/i]looks like an ol’ post…hope u r doing gud now Minooo… looks like i missed out on a lotta ‘action’ 😦

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