WHAT CHANGED MY LIFE?

 It wasn’t until 2009 I noticed my weight had sky rocketed. I had completed my high school and was working for the past two years and the pressure of work had completely made me neglect my increasing weight. From a 17 year old weighing 68 kg to a whopping 95 kg 19 year old.  The truth did not dawn on me until I saw a picture of myself on Facebook.  My over weight body had hidden two of my friends who were behind me in the same picture.

A diet of two breakfasts, the first one from home and the second one from a cafe near my office, which included a four deep fried sausage, four toasts, a greasy two egg omelet and I gulp it down with a cola. For lunch it was again a greasy meal with a cola and dinner would include a five slice pizza or a sub. I kept convincing myself that i was burning a lot of calories at work as it required me to move from one location to another on a daily basis.  

The ugly truth that I was morbidly obese nearly spiraled me in to a depressive spell. I knew there were two things I could do about it. One was to complain and sulk, without accepting my actions which resulted in the consequences. And the second was to accept it and do something about it. I chose the second one.

 The first thing I decided to do was to change my diet. The cola and the sodas had to go. This minor change helped me to lose my first 3kg’s. The second one was a bit difficult at first but took a while for me to really get in to the habit.  I adopted walking. I found a nice trail behind my college which took an hour and a half to complete. With this I also changed my diet. From a large 3 meal to a small five meal plan with lots of fruits and vegetables helped me to lose a total of 15 kg’s in a period of 6 months.
 
One of the best things about the weight loss in a period of 6months is that with little changes in my diet or exercise does not affect my weight. And I didn’t gain any weight back.  I learned many things from my journey. No matter how strict a diet and exercise plan I followed I took a day off each week to indulge myself in exotic food and sweets.

DEAR PARENTS.

In my very own opinion, one of the most important action which the government of Maldives could take up on is banning the exposé of the notorious “ Muhamma kalo” saga for the minors. Many a parents have not realized the true nature of this so called comedy. I might agree to the fact that kids might crack up to the very sight of muhamma kalo’s movements through out his movies. His actions included a lot of idiotic gestures and even more idiotic facial expressions, and you and I both know that kids are prone to laugh at idiotic things.

However keeping this fact aside, I would like to highlight on the negative aspects of this so called comedy and why the government of Maldives should take initiation on banning this production for an undisclosed temporary date. First let’s take a clear look at the language used. I for the sake of investigative journalism did investigate a few of the series, and believe me when I say I am scarred for life. The story does not have gravity and lacks a plot. And the language used with hidden and twisted meanings, I would say would make a fisherman blush.

I would give some bonus point for muhamma kalo for his ingenious technique to wake the dozing audience, by filling a vibrant song in between every ten to fifteen minutes. I might have enjoyed the songs if I close my eyes shut and think real hard for ways in which I could physically assault the CD. I can always feed it to my neighbor’s cat with a pint of muhamma kalo for extra taste. Sigh. Next I am deeply offended by the degree in which our local actors violate themselves to create a comic character. They may start of their dialogues talking about their love interest and somehow get themselves lost in between talking about the weather and number of crows they say on their way home the other day. I am amazed to see how much irrelevant topics they go on talking so that they could fill up the time duration and call it a masterpiece.

I do honestly feel for the poor extras they cast. These fame hungry victims are introduced to the industry with a false promise of stardom. Almost all of these extras are cast on location, so that the “director” would not have to carry out their expenses. Sadly most of them with such a mighty passion for the industry travel to the capital searching for fame. Some how 99.9 percent of them return home not with fame but with a lifetime worthy of disappointments. They do lose more than they bargained for, many which can not be gained back, mostly on the couch of the casting directors.

The above mentioned incident is not pointed directly towards Muhamma kalo, but I do feel he certainly has an in direct hand in this; after all it is he who introduces these new extras. What my point is this specific movie series is not suitable for the viewing of minors and there are plenty of other reasons to bide my side. It is one thing for a fully grown individual to have a likening to this particular movie. But to inflict torture on a minor, I don’t think so. Hence you my dear parents better stop your children from viewing movies such as this, if not I call upon our reformed government to ban minors from viewing Muhamma kalo saga and take legal actions against those who do not so.

22 YEARS IN SERVICE!!!!

I guess once you pass your 18th birthday the excitement of today being your birthday eventually diminishes. Or maybe its just in my case. I guess people who get excited about their birthdays are those who are surrounded with friends who really love to party and those who have someone special in their life. Even though i have great friends whom i grew up with, i am thousands of miles away from them and i do not regret the decision of being alone till i am completely done with my studies.
if i say i do not give a crap about my birthday then i would be lying, i may not be totally psyched about it but i can not ignore the butterflies in my tummy. hell yeah i had already checked who and who wrote on my wall and by the look of it i am royally pleased. In the past i had been forced to make resolutions on my birthday and new years however i never managed to complete any on the list. Hence i had decided long back not to make any resolutions on this day, instead i will list down my gratitude.
Dear God, i know you read my blog and listen to my prayers as most of them get unanswered as many of them are for my own selfish reasons. And i am totally great-full for that, otherwise i would have end up married with grand kids by now.
So i am great-full for giving me this long healthy life, I am great-full for my family my grandparents, my little cuxins, I am great-full for wonderful friends of mine, those whom had been with me through gossips and bitching and physical assaults.....those were the days sigh.....I am great-full for the success in my life and hope theirs more in the future.
I am great-full for all the setbacks and disappointments i faced without which i wont become the strong individual that i am today. I am great-full for making me a compassionate person and showing me paths to help and guide those who are unfortunate than me. Most of all i am great-full for being a muslim and to be a part of heaven on earth. (PS. thanks for the bunnies absolutely a bundle of fun)
Finally this post has come to an end, and those few follower of this former teenager START LEAVING SOME COMMENT....any who thanks for following me or visiting my blog by chance and visit asap as this blogs going to be updated every saturday and tuesday with new treats. till then this is the former teenager signing off!!! tataa.

EQUALITY?

In a land that proudly declares its equality for both the sexes, it deeply disappoints me to find people who still practice a backward thinking. The issue of equality is an issue which is very dear to me. I personally believe that during the past 20 years or so the reformist activity on womens right has abolished a lot of mens right.
what i am trying to say here is that both men and women fought for the rights of women and by the lords blessing, it was a huge success. However during this struggle many had not paused to think about the rights for men, hence today's younger male generation has to fight for what they truly deserves.
For instant lets talk about an incident which i faced recently. My college, which i had been attending for the past year and a half is very lenient towards its students. We were allowed to wear any proper outfit to college and on Saturdays we could wear casual clothing. Most of my friends and i would wear shorts on Saturdays. However one day after the new intake i was rudely stopped from entering the campus and rudely ordered to go back and change, as i was wearing shorts ( which i must say was very decent looking) .
I demanded a reason for such a haste decision. they blabbered about rules being changed.
I tried to talk them into bending the rules. I declared that the girls were allowed to wear shorts and sleeveless out fits and how come a male student cannot? They again blabbered something about fashion and dress and culture. I couldn't make out what they said as frustration was creeping on me. As i was already late for class and no amount of batting my eyes did no good i had to turn back and change.
This my dear friends is only a simple act of discrimination, however if we do not act and stand up for our rights we might start loosing and spiral backwards and be swept from substantial opportunities and right... I think its time for another war...a war to fight against favoritism to a particular sex....and a war for equality.

ISTHIUFAAAAaaaa

One thing which i had learned from my experience is to never highlight "politics" as the main topic of the day with your closest friends. Its not that i can not prove what i was defending is the right or the best thing for the citizens, its only due to the fact that i hate what my friends become once i trigger their on switch. One minute they are purring like a kitten and in the next roaring like a tiger.
I had never been a fan of politics and do not intend to be a part of it. However i would like to express my views on the way many fellow citizens humiliate themselves in the so called political reform activities. for one thing i disagree with the way most politicians express their opinions on public gatherings. I assumed their mothers had not washed their mouth with enough soap. Such foul language would make a fisherman blush.
Secondly i would like to highlight their way of protesting. Don't get me wrong i am pro protest, you would easily spot me at the very front of a public protest against animal abuse, saving the rain forests, against child abuse and domestic violence and probably shouting to LEAVE BRITTNEY ALONE..... i mean it. But i simply cant get myself to come to term with taking part in a protest to agitate an opposing political party. I find it rather silly and childish.
This actually led Shamman and I to a very mature discussion on what advice we could give to the fellow citizens and the respected politicians and their party members. After what seems to be like a few seconds I decided that the above mentioned should stop wasting their money and donate them to us, specifically me as i had been starving myself in order to be aware of the starving kids in the African nation. I know i deserve that money more than those lazy bums who only care about whats for refreshments at the political gatherings. The second advice for them, all of em is to go back to kinder-garden if they would like to continue their childish behavior.
What Maldives need is not a lazy bum assed politicians who gets whatever "they" want by crying and stomping their feet. What we need is individuals who truly care about the nature and the people and not what they would gain from the status they achieve. If anyone who's reading this dreams of a political career and is against my view i assure you i will hunt you down and kick your ass.

MY DADS MUSIC NIGHT

The other day a friend of mine asked me what was the one thing which i miss the most ? It does not take a scientist to figure this one out. i knew exactly what i miss the most which is ...............my dads music night with his buddies.
Believe me when i say my dad is an extremely talented individual. Sometimes i feel like there's nothing he can not do. He could built a miniature resort with a box of card board, paint amazing art pieces ( he would bribe me when i was tiny,with his sketches of my most adored cartoon characters when ever i try to ditch my meals), he could lure an audience with his witty jokes and comments and finally he could sing better than most singers i know back from home.
My dad loves his music night with his buddies, the natural performer within himself breaks through when ever the neighbors and relatives join. It was great when i was a kid, me and my younger brother would be allowed to sing along and we would clap here and there when ever we could, However during my mid teens it become a tad annoying. it was not the singing that would set me off, it was the vintage musical instruments which my dad and his buddies would use.
Its like they all had planed when they were younger to get their own particular instruments. my dad would bring out the speakers, mike and his "harumuniya", one of his friend would bring out the clapper thing and his other friend would bring his "hit on the bum and hand" instrument (i am not aware of their original names, so i made up names for these instruments).
SA....RE...GA...MA...PA...DHA...NI...SAAA........ the gang would always start off with their vocals. The whole time my dad would be playing his "harumuniya" . during these years when ever i get a hint of music night i would plot my escape and seek refuge at a friends house till i am sure that i was clear of any damage that might cause to my ears. My poor brother is however unfortunate, he on the other hand is not allowed to leave home therfore he would be stuck at home buried in his "emo" stories till its all over. Some nights.... i too become the poor unfortunate soul. During those nights my brother and i would imitate an earth quack and fall on the bed giggling when ever my mom rolls her eye at us.
Over the years the frequency of dads music night with his buddies became less and less. And i grew up from the age where the rebellious ranging hormones were always blamed. I started to appreciate the music night.Those nights which they perform NOW would not be complete without a verse from me and my brother. We would clap and sing along and tease mom when ever dad sings his trade mark song " dheewana huva badhal". i am glad that those days where the " harumuniya" would annoy the hell out of me was history. Its been more than six months since i had been with my family. and the one thing which i miss the most now is my dads music night with his buddies........ and i just cant wait to be back home!!!!

ADDICTION......... PART ONE

I believe, anyone who doesnt think themselves as perfectly created rich snobs does have an addiction. here i am not talkin about the ill fated coccain, pot, marijuana, hash oil and alcohol addicts. i am talking about about those products which people do not think are harmful to one or addictive.
I am a person who could go on and on about my addictions until someone gets fed up and stitch my "ORAL LIVE FEED". therefore i am going to take some of my dear friends as a subject.
Subject one is my friend for the past three and a half year. his main addiction is the universally known killer the "CIGARETTES" and BED. hears how his day would start. wake up most days around 4 pm, get online and watch some live concerts by some rock group.his favourites COLD PLAY and HIM. Then he would dance his way to the tolilet brush his teeth wash his face and again get back on bed, youtube some more chat a little bit more untill his roommate goes "DUDE" and then he would go "DUDE". His roomie would go " LETS EAT" He would go " YEAH DUDE LETS EAT" and they would drag themselves to the kitchen and nibble on something which the cook had made for breakfast.
Let me tell you by then he would have smoked up half a pack of cigarettes. he would usually take all three meals together. i am sure hes able to save a huge amount of time an average plum person spend on meals daily.after this huge accomplishment (as in my mind) he would again jump on his bed take the guitar and play some music and sing along while his roommate throw in a few lines here and there. he would be up till 5 or 6 am and them fall asleep to wake up and repeat his routine addiction. such is the life of my dear friend.
My second subject had a life long battle with his addiction. he was strong and very patient through out the painful therapy sessions and for my friends and my relief hes out of the woods. he had to go through his therapy of humiliation, mockery and a more sever session of being ignored. In my opinion the last session was his final straw which helped him save "HIS LIFE" . he was cured, we couldnt believe our eyes and ears... our secrets which we share with him are finally buried in his hypothalamus. his life long battle with " MOTOR MOUTH SYNDROME" is finally in the dark pages of history.
These two subjects had very different addictions, and sometimes it can be life threatening so any one who has any other kind of addictions please feel free to write to me. In the second chapter of addiction i would bring out the addictions in me. stay tuned till then and keep your addictions at bay.