Scorpio Soul Search

An outlet for my thoughts, imagination and creative feelings!


Fitness Play

Scene I

I love cycling and got my first cycle when I was seven years old and that means I learnt to cycle before that.

It indicates two other things too:

One, Early on, I never liked to walk and preferred to cycle or use a vehicle;

Two, since cycling kept me fit, I have never been part of any sport. 🙂

Only game I ever interested  was cricket for the energy it brought in our home with a whole lot of people coming together to watch but learnt nothing about playing it. Our team winning was the only objective for me and ‘How’ was not at all in my concern.

When I entered the world of books, I was more than happy to stop pretending to watch cricket too and immersed myself in the printed words.

Scene II

Away from home and TV, took away my little interest in any sport although cricket kept poking its head in my life. Volunteered once to assist the teams purely for fun and time pass, when a Ranji Trophy cricket match was played between Karnataka and Tamil Nadu on our college grounds. That gave me an opportunity to see Javagal Srinath, Krishnamachari Srikant and a chance to chat with Syed Kirmani one afternoon. All that created excitement solely for entertainment purpose and nothing to do with the sport.

The first sport shoes I ever bought was for the compulsory physical education course we had to register in college. I used to get angry whenever the PET asked us to run around the ground, which is every Tuesday as per timetable. I strictly maintained the minimum attendance required for that course till it was over in the third year. I actually lost an outstanding OGPA award only because of scoring a ‘C’ in that course, much to the chagrin of our undergraduate course coordinator.

Scene III

I enter the marriage life with a fitness freak, who loves, plays and follows anything called sport. His fun on a weekend is walking five kilometres, sweating and having a nice hot shower afterwards. He loves waking up at 4 in the morning and doing  yoga on the creekside with sun rising behind us. While on official tour, he hits the gym before starting a day and while on vacation prefers running on the beach. Somehow managed without getting affected too much by his enthusiasm although liked the fresh energy every time I join him. Still loved the books and my morning sleep.

Birth of our child and the great responsibilities of being a mom just carried me without any need for even thinking of doing anything as the active boy kept me on my toes and meanwhile taken care of my fitness too.

Scene IV

Shift to Bangalore and a great place with full fledged gym, swimming pool, nice jogging track amidst the green trees and lawn. Nope I love the library, my books and loved talking to people even when I go to stroll.

Yes its good to see all walking fast, going to gym, swim and joining Zumba/aerobics/Yoga.

No, it’s not my cup of tea, I am fine.

Scene V

Hit the magical forty, metabolism changes and hormonal dramas, more responsibilities coupled with mindless eating led to a right side tilting of weighing scales and stretching of the measuring tape to its end.

Though vertical growth stopped at 18, horizontal growth took its turn now with a vengeance showing its superiority. All the calories just settled on my body and hugged me with so much love as much I showed on consuming them.

Back , hip, knee, ankle, elbows, shoulder , neck you name the part and I had pain there.

No other go, hit the gym, test the waters in the pool, start walking and stop talking, read Rujuta Diwakar instead of mysteries and thrillers, mind voice advised. A new journey began.

Scene VI

Loved the pool whenever I go and the happiness of floating in water cannot be explained.Though not a good swimmer, can splash around and enjoyed the moments.

Gym training helped me understand different work outs and the effect they have on our body but somehow the closed area, too many sweaty people and swollen ankle pushed me out after a six months session.

Open air walking allowed me explore our complex better and find me a favourite spot, a bench on the lawn which started pulling me everyday. Fixed time schedule, walking for certain amount of time calculating the calories and distance covered, ending with good stretching and doing pranayama, became my routine for the last one year.

Scene VII

Spouse being a marathoner ultimately brought my attention to running although scared to take it up with weak knees and ankles. A life coach in our complex and his well designed schedule (check out gave me the confidence to try my luck on running but dropped after a session due to lack of understanding and improper practice.

New year began with registering for Pinkathon and joining a group of energetic ladies who keep motivating each other. I am charged now and looking forward to my routine schedule of fitness and the benefits accrued with it.

Wait for Scene VIII…….

Who knows I may take part in the future Olympics 😉








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We will Go out…!

“Riiiiiiitaaaaa…..Are you coming or not”?

Leela stood near the door with a scowl on her face and hands on her hip. Rita switched off the phone urgently and jumped out of her bed.

” Lets Go” she said avoiding her eyes and grabbing her hand bag. Both left their room hurriedly and hopped into the taxi waiting near the gate. Leela instructed the driver to take them to the restaurant where they have to join their friends for the dinner.

It was a lovely summer day and as sun dipping in the West it was beginning to get dark although it’s nearing 7 in the evening. Above the restaurant there is a bowling alley and before dinner all are supposed to play a game together, as per the plan. Both in their mid twenties and working for an IT establishment, were looking forward to this evening for the last one month with a lot of excitement.

While the driver was negotiating the traffic, Leela turned to Rita and asked her “What were you busy with on the phone? We are going to be late and miss out all the chatting and laughing” she pouted her lips to show her disappointment.

Rita in a consoling tone replied, “Sorry di, just got caught up with the FB updates and some WA messages, and accused her, ” you could have warned me earlier!

Immediately seeing her friend’s angry reaction, changed in a pacifying voice, ” We will reach in time, you know Reshmi right, she always comes late. Instead of us waiting for her, let her wait for us this time. Listen, how’s my dress, my hair is fine right? You are looking gorgeous in this bottle green dress and the earrings are beautiful. ”

Leela became animated and started explaining why she chose the dress and how she paired it with the accessories matching, which took care of the whole journey with Rita responding with required Oohs and Ahs, perfectly.

Party was as jolly as it could be, friends, gossips, booze, loads of lip smacking food, music and dance, a perfect annual day party that anyone could ask for. Leela and Rita relished the whole thing as it is their first annual day party with this company after they have joined.

However, both are well aware of their limit and being thick friends from college days, they interfered when required and safeguarded each other from doing anything or getting into anything which they may regret later. It was fun to forget their routine life and celebrate the youthfulness all around. Meet, chat, laugh and socialise the reason for which they’ve come to the party and that objective they never deviated from.

They quit the party around 10 pm saying loud byes to everyone who can hear. Once reached the road, Leela powered her phone on and clicked the app to locate a taxi nearby their location.

“Oh, no! Taxi is available only after thirty minutes, we already came out and can’t go inside again” Leela sighed.

Rita looked around and said, “Hey! Lets walk for sometime till the junction and you try again, may be more cabs will be available there; isn’t it a pleasant weather to walk also” indicating the  road ahead with a few walking.

Leela agreed happily and they started walking slowly recalling all the jokes shared in the party and confirming the gossips they heard among themselves, interspersed with a controlled laughter and a giggle.

Reaching the junction, they stood near a bus stop where some are waiting for the bus and a fruit hawker covering his stall with polythene sheets and packing the unsold fruits in separate crates carefully. Two men zoomed on their bikes in the deserted road in a carefree way while a near empty bus went on the opposite side without any hurry. A street dog curled up against the pavement and settled for the night with half closed eyes.

Rekha pulled out her phone from the bag and checked the app for the nearby taxis and as she found that there was one in two minutes distance, she confirmed the booking. Within seconds, her phone rang and a male voice with a heavy Hindi accent asked her the location to which Rekha replied in fluent Kannada, hearing which the guy relaxed and said “Ok madam, Bega barthini”

A white Tata indica with a yellow board pulled next to them and Rita confirmed the taxi number from the sms they received with the car registration number in a quick glance before opening the back door. They both got into the taxi and settled comfortably in the seats and gave the CRN number which the driver accepted and started the taxi.

Rita in a casual tone asked “Have you had your dinner Anna?” The driver sheepishly said, “Yes Madam, Just finished when your call came, the Kuruma smell is still there in my hands” showed his right hand holding the steering in left. “Did you have madam”? he enquired and without waiting for her answer he continued “You must have finished since you are coming from a party, as I can see” and smiled through the central mirror.

“Yes, Yes, We had our stomach full, no need to eat for next one week” as Leela said, driver laughed out loudly.

By the time they were near the signal,  Leela told him to take the right turn and asked him whether he knows their colony for which he affirmed saying that he knew every corner in the city as he is in the profession for the last 10 years although the city has changed a lot recently. As he recounted his experiences, punctuated by the girl’s Aha’s, Ho ho’s and customary nodding of head, they reached their destination.

After settling the bill, they both said a big ‘Thank you’ to the driver and entered their apartment. While keying in the lock, Rita said in a sleepy voice, “All went very well, lets catch some sleep, good night” to Leela who was stifling a yawn and followed her inside.


Gratitude for Granted

It is believed that being strong, hiding emotions and showing empathy will get accolades and appreciation but it’s not so mostly as the strong person is usually ‘taken for granted’ and considered as one ‘not looking for kindness’!

Do you know the downside of being strong and empathetic ? No one will even wait to hear your reply for the casual query ‘how are you’ and presume all is well.There is a saying in Tamil, that only the crying baby gets the milk but unfortunately some babies think crying is weakness!

Unconditional love is glorified everywhere  but I am sure if not reciprocated at least once in a while and soon enough, that also won’t last forever. 

In the day to day life, woman of the house will not talk politely or even in a normal tone with her husband whereas she will be the epitome of courtesy outside. A man considered as an absolute angel for many in the office might be a terror for the children at home. The maid who follows strict discipline in every household she works might be tardy with her longest and most considerate employer. You may attribute all these behaviour to the disease  ‘Taking Them For Granted’

originalNormally the person or the things that we take for granted are the ones truly deserve our gratitude.

Recently I spent my leisure to analyse different aspects of my life to understand the gratitude I have for those granted to me!

I am grateful for:

  • My health – Till a year back I have not taken it seriously that I need to ‘DO’ something to take care of it and neglected the importance of fitness regime to have a healthy life. I am glad that at least now I have understood.
  • My super awesome Hubby – In my conservative ideas, I still presume he will follow me for the next six janmas 😉
  • Our child – A blessing and a joy forever.
  •  The loving family – It is usually assumed that family will love and accept you whatever you do or don’t. It is not so and as every relationship needs to be nurtured and cared for, family too needs our attention and appreciation.
  • Our Lovely abode – Situated in a beautiful gated community overlooking the blue skies and green garden valley, the place of our own is a Home we created.
  • The daily food on the table,  intellectually stimulating company of friends, a vibrant community and association with a social cause, everything has my gratitude and everyday I am thankful for.
  • The innumerable occasions when things could have gone wrong but resulted in positive outcomes- I just ‘Thank God’

Gratitude usually attracts more good things and let us acknowledge the ‘Granted’ ones and wish for some more!


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End Year New Year See Saw

new-year-2017-hd-wallpaperThe last week and first week of a year usually brings forth most of the emotions which were normally kept under wraps or restrained during the rest 50 weeks.

The last week of the year takes up in its fold ‘the hype about the past achievements and expectations in multifold for the future, the vow to being contented and happy for what we got in comparison to million others, the real joy of some accomplishment, the revelry due to holidays, the urge to finish or start something to get the satisfaction, the firm belief that all are over on the trouble front and the hope that henceforth everything will be new and good, I can go on!

Overall, it’s a good time to be as all the doubts and fears are swept under the carpet and seeds of a fresh new world where everything is possible are thrown over every aspect of life. Lets go party!

New year….. first day sees the light break a little late after all partying but earth just finishes its same old rotation as it did in the previous day, may be a little tilted in its axis with all the party garbage dumped on it.

With the routine restored on the second day, the world wakes up to the fact that it’s only the calendar that has changed and nothing else. But the euphoria carries on and armed with the resolutions made in the previous week, a new resolve to make things work propels the day. This week puts forth ‘the new positive outlook on the world, the urge to change for good, the organising ability to sort things out, the understanding of the possibility to do so much in the next 52 weeks, the mental strength to plough through the difficulties, Yes! I can!

The week ended, all excited neurones settled down and a cold wave sweeps over and its time to take the comfort in the warmth, a mundane day brings in. The appreciation of everything life provided, the importance of love from the dear ones, the happiness of the small everyday things, the gratitude for being alive, all dawns upon!

A fortnight of high on emotions, year after year, is a must to feel and live life, so awaiting the next dose 😉

Happy New Year 2017!



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God, The punisher?

There are people who totally rubbish the idea of God and those who staunchly believe in the Omnipresent, Omnipotent God and will perform elaborate rituals daily.

I don’t fall in both the categories. I may be part of the ‘accept-GOD-is-there-but can’t-do-dictated-rites-in-a-ceremonious-way’ category.

I love the concept of God and wholeheartedly trust that there is a force beyond my understanding and imagination. I also like to give a name, face & figure as I like to remember HIM/HER and have faith in the unlimited power to set right anything. In the last phrase is what I strongly believe, HE/SHE can set right things by Generating / Protecting/Destroying as deemed fit but never agreed or come to terms with the ‘Punishing ‘part of GOD and our need to plead forgiveness or do ‘this/that’ to appease His/Her anger.

There is a WhatsApp message circulating with the concept that Dronacharya and Bheeshmacharya, the very good and honest people with integrity, were killed in the Mahabharata war because of their one act of injustice shown to Draupadi and Karna for his injustice to Abhimanyu in the war field. Their one single act of wrong doing, robbed them of all the effect of the goodness,  accumulated over their life time.

This message is what I feel created for upholding the age old idea of ‘Fear of God’ to make people to do things in the right way. Telling them to be disciplined, show justice to all in every situations although opposite may help them to gain, be honest, maintain integrity, etc etc etc, directly, our race never agreed or followed, hence the clause, ‘if you don’t’ introduced with the punishment that awaited them in case of non compliance.

The judgement day and Chitragupta’s record keeping are constantly reminded to keep the flock in the straight line, because of its tendency to go wayward as proved time and again. Since its difficult for me to accept anything blindly I always thought about this aspect and searched for an answer. It is my conclusion that there is a cause and effect but the results are seen on earth and within this lifetime. The supreme GOD is all merciful and is a not  a judge who is going to proclaim our sentence every time we err. HE knows that he made us with flaws and it is part of our mechanism to falter.

I am not talking about the people whose idea of living is being evil, trouble or ill treat everyone around them or grossly misbehave without any consideration and gain happiness only from these behaviour. I have no clue why they are or do like that and how they will be ‘set right’ by GOD either in this Janma or in the next.

The common mortals like me who search for happiness in their life and commit some sins either knowingly or unknowingly but regret it later cannot be punished severely for their one/two/three ….:) acts of injustice as mentioned in that message. As the act of injustice done is considered, the act of regret should also be taken for account. Am not saying good deeds will cancel the bad ones and balance the book but totally believe that the genuine feeling of regret has some influence on how a person is judged or treated, surely in God’s eyes!if-people-are-good-only-because-they-fear-punishment