The Calorie Monster

Unlike all you who are shaking your heads and saying.."There she goes again" after reading the title..let me clarify things for you..this is not a sermon on how the festive season is evil for the ever obliging waist line, which expands and expands and expands to swallow everything that it is fed this time of the year[unfortunately everyone has a polite tummy!]...nopes this isn't a cover story for all the ridiculous articles in the newspapers and magazines which write bags of baloney about eating healthy during the holidays..just coz they have no other news to cover...and lastly this is definitely not a recipe for "Cook healthy but preserve the flavour"! Whats that all about?? That is like saying sleep with your eyes open or having a decaf-low fat-sugarfree drink and calling it coffee !

[I did get my point across though..I'm a genius..!]

This one is about the day I wait and plan for the entire year and when it finally arrives I sit at home with a cup of tea and a plate of not-so-tasty-nor-healthy-homemade-noodles [eyuccckk] and blog this article....why? Simply because the anticipation and anxiety I built up for myself was too much to keep pace with, and the pressure overcame me at some point of time..the overwhelming need to celebrate resulted in a tad bit too much pre-partying [read ever since the first week of december] with little of nothing left for the present or post partying! Don't get me wrong..I'm not entirely burnt out..but lets just say am more than half way there..and New Years being round the corner makes it worse! I would sound like a fizzled-out-can't-hold-her-drinks lunatic if I said i'm actually tense about not being able to have a good time for the next 5 days..but I'm saying it anyway...I want to have a good time and it's worrying me!..[Yes it's official..I'm crazy..]

I've been hit by the bug..the compuslion-to-have-fun bug..shake all you want but it doesn't get off! It's clinging on nice and strong and does manage to get it's point across everytime I play a party pooper and make and excuse to leave early..and there it is again when I cringe and rapidly think of reasons to sit at home when invites pour in..and when the log cakes call out and I pretend not to hear..and a peep from it as the beer flows strong and I convince myself I'm too hung over to have another sip...all in all I can't handle this relationship..[talk about an awkward partner during the jolly season!]..

I need to re-visit my freedom, not plan for a while, not be seen dead with the ridiculous glowing reindeer antlers on my head and definitely not bite more than I can chew...All year I did more over the weekends than I did today..I was a self proclaimed statue, a stiff legged lump of lard..in a nut shell a decorative couch potato..and now is the time I start to feel ashamed for wasting a perfectly warm day...so what if it wasn't white..the cheer and jingle was still around..and I walked right through it..

Help!!...I'm stuck under the mistle-toe with the holiday monster..and have no energyy left to run...

"Wishing I Were Santa"

Oh that blusey feeling
Where I look for a smile
Like hunger during a meeting
It lasts a lifetime...

Oh that blusey feeling
Where I wish to be free
And have my name on all the gifts
Under the neighbours' tree...

Oh that blusey feeling
Where I long for just one
One perfect cup of coffee
That makes me lose a tonne...

Oh that bluesy feeling
Where I'm cold all day
And I miss the words of warmth
Coz I'm talking all the way...

Oh that blusey feeling
Where chocolate is the only cure
No time to blush, feel shy
Gulp one and drive away the bore...

Oh that blusey feeling
Which just grows and grows and grows
Cherry red on Santa's clothes
It's there, but doesn't show...

Oh that blusey feeling
Which makes me wanna sing out loud
Like an out-of-tune partridge shrill
Yet manage to keep the crowd...

Oh that blusey feeling
Which compares none other
Oh that blusey feeling
PMS's very own mother..
Oh that blusey feeling
Fogs the head all day
Oh that blusey feeling
Makes december feel like may..
Oh that blusey feeling
Slimy and persistent, stays long
Oh that blusey feeling
The worst, second only to a frog..
Oh that blusey feelingEvil eye with a smirk
Oh that blusey feeling
My christmas tree at work..!

"In-between"

A day warm n moist
Feels like spring in summer
A moment Wholesome n fragrant
With myriad of colour..

A holiday so short
An experience, I wonder
A season where one lives
And forgets all other..

A wish pure and harmless
Never said out loud
A look that doesn't repeat
And is lost in the crowd...

It's those little hints we miss
The ones I shyly ignore,
It's those silent fireflies
Which don't always glow..
It's the joyous pressure
The love I dread to feel,
It's those specific emotions
That I would like to steal..
It's the tune of tomorrow
That I want to dance today,
It's that lesson in a minute
That I carry along the way..
It's that tingling rush
That overtakes a gushing spring,
It's the blush of happiness
That makes me warm within..
It's the missed flavour
I want to savour again,
It's that little fading opportunity
I search for in vain..
It's the early Xmas gift
I found bundled in a cheer
It's that same pleasant thought
Someone left me with this year..