परेशानी है यार

They tell me all the time that I have put on weight. It affects me. It makes me extremely unhappy and miserably sorry for myself. In my entire life, fatness was never a cause of concern, considering the fact that I was a foodie all my life, though selective in many ways. But now, this is the major cause of stress for me. It has practically turned me into a recluse. I have been bounding myself into my house and isolating myself from the hullabaloo of the world. I am very well aware that this hermit-like attitude is not going to be of any use and it is killing my confidence even more. So I connect to people through safer means- namely phones or through the cyber world. Facebooking once in a while is quite relaxing. But I have drawn the limit. It prevents my virtual friends from bombarding me with a host of missiles in the form of concerned questions about my plans of rejoining work or whether I am completely planning to turn into a domesticated home- maker. It makes me angry and sad. Yes, very sad. I want to shoot them on their face when I visualise their triumphant face and see-I – told-you-don’t –have –a-baby expression.

Have I changed? Yes. I always knew myself as a fire brand female with fiercely ambitious attitude. But priorities have taken control of my existence.