Fight Club

Somebody once called me a popularity w**** (not the exact word used by them, but exactly what was meant), trying to piggyback on social media, spreading lies and trying to get famous. Get famous? Really? I have a paltry 1000 followers, and a few hundreds read my blog post. Sometimes the likes on my posts…

Living with anxiety

I can’t breathe. My heart’s pounding. I look up at my Fitbit and my heart rate looks like I am on the last sprint of my 5 Km run. But, I am sitting on my couch. Or bed. Or at a party. Watching a movie. With my friends. On a holiday. I want to cry….

Lost and Found

I started writing this the morning we found Hela. I havenā€™t changed it because this truly expresses the despair we felt. It was exactly 20 days since we had lost her. This was the first morning, that I woke up and told myself that I had to get a grip over myself. That no matter…

Tipping the scales

A lot of tough love is coming you way. Sorry, I am not sorry. šŸ˜› I love what I do. I love guiding and being a partner in peopleā€™s fitness journey. But unfortunately, thatā€™s not how most people see it as. They forget about the journey and just want to fast forward to the destination….

Step Back

I have talked about depressionĀ  a lot of times.Ā  I have talked about how it is to battle it day in and day out. The feelings one can’t explain and share (Julia Michaels puts it down accurately in “Anxiety”) . About how family and friends should help their loved ones dealing with it. Today, I…

In the pursuit of happiness

One of the most commonly used hashtag in social media right now? #happiness or #happy or #happyme All of us trying so hard to let the world know that we have one of the rarest commodity. Happiness. Most of us, trying to make ourselves believe that we are happy. Overuse of this word doesn’t make…

Third time lucky

This was supposed to be my third trip to Pondicherry. A trip I wasn’t really looking forward to. One of the main reason: Trip no.2 was traumatic as hell. I came back with a few physical and emotional scars. My friend Tanay, who was one of the good things in Trip no.2 tried to calm…

This thing called grief

In the last few months, I have felt intense grief multiple times. Once due to the irreversible breakdown of a cherished friendship and the latest due to the loss of my pet. The pain I felt due to the loss of a relationship seems minuscule compared to what I am feeling with Hela’s disappearance. (Hela…

The Silent One

Abuse. This word brings images of battered, bruised bodies. You think of physical abuse. You think of sexual abuse. It’s all over the place. Stories all over the news. Stories in our own lives. Somebody knows somebody who might have gone through it. But, rarely do you think of emotional abuse. There are no bruises…

Into the wild

School holidays were coming up and it was time to plan a trip. Every year a few friends of ours and us go on a holiday with the kids. We don’t necessarily look at it as an annual affair, but luckily it has ended being like that. This year too after discussing a few contenders,…