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Sunday, June 30, 2019

Ande ka funda -Myth around egg yolk

Egg yolk causes cholesterol-Busting the myth

I have been following quantified nutrition for a while now and most of my meals comprise of egg yolks .The number of eggs that i eat in day raises lot of eyebrows with a concern of me dying of heart attack.

Before we jump into the fact vs myth, i would like to mention the benefit of cholesterol.
Cholesterol has several function in body  including sustaining  lot of hormones .It help in producing bile ,it component of cell structure ,its a precursor of Vitamin -D.Its required for brain health and nervous system .
Human body is very smart .It is  capable of making all the required cholesterol.. It closely monitors the amount of cholesterol present in the blood. So, if you’re ingesting a lot of dietary cholesterol, the liver makes less of it and vice-versa

Types of cholestrol
LDL (Low Density Lipoprotein):- The  “bad” cholesterol, LDL transports cholesterol to different parts of the body that need it. But,if your body has too much LDL, these can form clogs inside your arteries and lead to heart attacks.

HDL (High Density Lipoprotein):- The “good“cholesterol, HDL carries the unused cholesterol from different parts of your body back to the liver.

Cholesterol has been made the villain for the cardio vascular disease which is not true. While considering the cholesterol level one should consider ratio between HD (good ) and LDL(Bad) .

1 Egg white has 3.5 gm of protein .1 egg has 6 gm of protein .Cholesterol in egg is Dietary cholesterol and not  the cholesterol in your blood.
Egg yolk help in reducing LDL .Risk to your heart is from trans fat and excessive sugar .stop blaming the Egg.

Yolk contains calcium ,iron ,phosphorus,zinc ,thiamine ,vitamin B6,folate,vitamin B12,It covers all the fat soluble vitamins (A,D,E ,K) and omega 3 too .

Foods high in dietary cholesterol hardly have any impact on your blood cholesterol levels.So Sunday ho ya Monday ,Garmi ho ya sardi roz khao ande  .

Quantified nutrition and exercise are the key to good health .

Monday, September 10, 2018

Snake and ladder!

As part of our writer's group ,the above image was the prompt for the day.I have penned down few lines on the same

There will be ups and there will be downs,
but no matter what you should never frown.

Sometimes you will win some time you will lose,
but happiness is what you should choose.

Enjoy the phase when you jump blocks,
don't get disheartened if the snake blocks.

You will go back few steps but never stop ,
There will be  times you will again hop.

Don't loose hope if you loose a game,
Life is not about just one game.

Some you win ,Some you lose ,
But happiness is what you should choose.

Thursday, September 6, 2018

Tryst with destiny

The wheel had started rolling. It was a morning of December, the fog inside Meera's head was denser than the fog outside. People were bustling around. The noise seemed to fade away .She could see things moving backward. She was leaving everything behind .The only noise she could hear was of fast moving train. She scanned everybody around, everyone had a destination and goal. She was so unsure where was she heading to .This was the first time she was on train to not reach home. The train stopped with a screeching sound.  She got down from the train with a hope that this city of joy would bring back the lost joy in her life. The childhood memories came alive. The days when she used to come here to her dida's house.

It used to be so much fun. Her small little footsteps would keep rolling in the ground plus two rectangular structure, which she called dida’s baadi (Grandmother’s home) . She would curl up her fingers in a fist with tamarind secured tightly inside.  She loved the sweet sour taste of the sugar coated tamarind. Little she knew there will be a time when life will turn bitter.
She had nothing left here apart from bitter sweet memories to live with. Her maternal uncle had sold the property and there were no remains of past .But when she thought of leaving home, Kolkata was the only place she could think of. The first obstacle to conquer was to find a shelter. It was late night and with the meager amount she had, she settled for a motel in Bara Bazzar.It was dim lit ,a dingy kind of place .She mustered all courage and went inside .There was a man sitting on the reception. He was on the heavier side with all his face covered under a monkey cap and body wrapped in a shawl. She could only see his eyes which were already scanning her. She feebly asked. 
 Dada,ekta room chaie(Brother,I need one room)
Guy:Kate diner(for how many days)
Meera:jaani na..kaal ke bolbo.(I dont know,will tell you tomorrow)
Guy:Theekh aache.100 tanka roz hobe (Ok.its 100 Rs a day).
Meera:Theekh aache.Kichoo khaite jonne hobe (Ok.Anything to eat)
Guy:Khub deri hoye geche .hobe na.(Its too late.)
Meera: double roti ?(Bread?)
Guy:Apeksha karun .check korbo.(wait.will check)

The Guy wrestling with layers of clothes,gradually disappeared in the darkness ,shortly to return with the two pieces of bread. She grabs it and follows him towards her room. He opened the wooden  door painted in green which had cracks and had to be pushed with leg forcibly to open. He handed over the lock and key to Meera. She entered inside .It was a very small room with a iron cot on which were two blanket one to be spread on the bed and other for covering the body. There was a very dim bulb hanging down the twilled red and yellow wire .In the corner was a pot of water with an inverted glass on top it .Meera filled the glass with water dipped the bread in water and gulped it. She settled on the bed .

With eyes wide open ,memories started flashing in front of her. After her parents death in an accident  when she was merely 10 years old  she had come to his Mama's place.(Mother's brother).Maami never welcomed her and she was always made to feel  uninvited and unwanted .At the tender age she was given all the responsibility of the house from mopping to cleaning to other errands. She had accepted the destiny and had given up in life. Years passed by .
One day while ironing the clothes she mistakenly kept the iron on Maami's saree for longer than required. Maami had hit her with same hot iron.  She screamed in pain. That night she could not think of anything other than running away. 

Suddenly the Sun was shining brightly on her face and she realized it was already a new morning. She had to get up and get going for finding a job for her survival. She had no skills which she could use for her livelihood but she had no choice other than trying. She was walking on the roads of Kolkata with a hope to find a new beginning. She could not get anything till now and it was already 3 in the afternoon. Her stomach was making a growling sound .She stopped near a tea stall and ordered for a bun and Tea. She savored the first meal of her day .Stomach was silent now. While sipping the tea she was glaring at the sky and then she realized there was a book store nearby.After finishing the tea ,she hurried toward the shop .It was a huge book store with piles of books old and new.She begged for the job in the store and the guy was a nobel soul. He agreed to employ her for taking care of the store with a condition that she had to stay in the store. Her task would include keeping the  store clean and organized.It was a blessing for her. She thanked the guy and said she would be back in an hour.

She hurried to the motel, settled all the dues and came back to shop. It was a huge task to keep the books in order. There were piles and piles of book new and old scattered all around. Some had layers of dust making it difficult to read the title.  She started dusting the books .She cleaned and mopped the store and started arranging the books.
Time passed by .She would talk to customers coming in to the shop. She would discuss with them about the plot of the book, about the writer. She had started liking to discuss about the books. She would inquire about the story of books the customer had taken previously. Most of them were her friends now. Books bring people closer. They would narrate her the story in short and would explain her about the genres of the book. She understood the genres well now.

Gradually she started reading the books at night when she was done with her daily chores. She started scribbling what she observed around.With all here senses alive she would write down everything she noticed. The pages of the old diary was filled with her scribbles.

The shop owner  Bakul da once noticed the dairy and asked her what she has been noting down. She said, nothing of much importance ,I just write what I observe. Bakul da read few pages and he was impressed. He asked her could he take this writing to a publisher .She was not sure what that piece of unimportant scribbling will fetch. 

After few days, Bakul da came with few copies of  "Alp Katha by Meera" (Short stories by Meera) .She was astonished to see her diary converted into a book and was placed in the front shelf of the book store. Gradually all the ten copies that Bakul da had placed were sold. The request for book was increasing. Bakul da had to get more copies. He would proudly introduce the writer of the book to the customers. They were the lucky ones who would get signed copy of her book. She could not believe that it was not a dream .The power of knowledge had helped her to rise from anonymity. She was a famous short story writer now.

Tuesday, May 29, 2018

A little care !

We have  the power to make the difference .It need not be big.It has to be honest
These flowers have been picked up from ground when they had fallen off from the tree at night.
Nothing much has been done . Few have been taken care by putting them in water and other has been discarded without any care .Look at the first one they are blooming even after 3 days.
A little care can make lot of difference.It can make world a much better place .

Saturday, February 3, 2018

After a long gap,here I come!

It has been ages since I have written anything in my blog.Its not cool to have a blog and abandon it.Writing has always been therapeutic for me but I don't know when did I strayed away from writing.
I am resuming my blog again today .Writing is the one of the means by which one can connect to oneself..Writing can transport you to different places .It could relieve you emotionally.It a process to vent out your feeling.

Life is too short to waste .It is too short to be critical and judgemental about people Everyone is fighting their own battle in the best of their capabilities .Life and death is certain .Journey in between is what matters and defines you as an individual.With time I have realized you  are as vulnerable as you feel .Feel beautiful,feel strong because there is nothing greater than self worth.Every equation will change with time some will be stronger some will fade but equation with self will always be same.You and only you are solely responsible for your life .Don't find punching bags and reason to off load the out come of your decisions.Take charge of your life .Act now.Because there is no time better than now .Motivation is overrated and commitment is underrated .You might attend hundreds of seminars ,talk ,read thousands of articles but if you are not committed to your goal nothing is gonna happen .People say live big I feel, die big.

One thing that I like about actor/actresses is that they have such an impact that even if they are gone you don't feel their absence.Their work lives ages after that.You tend to forget their physical presence and absence . They live  through their work.That's what human life is meant for .

My quest for finding that purpose begins .Lets make life purpose full.Lets be human.

Wednesday, March 30, 2016


It has been quite long that I left this space and did not even realize that it has been so long.There was a discussion today where someone mentioned you need to break the brick walls to cross it .you can't keep staring at it to move ahead.Comebacks are always difficult because you always find an excuse to procrastinate it.Finally,I am back .I hope to continue the journey uninterrupted .

There is one discussion that I keep coming across most of the times.We always have reasons for not following our dreams.And we always have reasons why some people would have successfully done it.We always feel that grass is greener  on other and we never bother to  know the journey that others would have gone through to achieve their dreams

My take on this is one not doing something is not because of circumstances it is foremost because of  
lack of conviction /drive.Until we don't realize that its just one life ,every second passed is gone.We won't start.I don't think successful people would have made it easily. they would have faced greater challenges & bigger risks .Only thing  that makes a difference if that your dream should overpower you challenges.

Secondly,we are so comfortable in our existing zones that we are scared to loose that comfort.

Since,there is no sense of urgency and so we never bother to take a plunge but the fact is until we don't create a now or never sense of urgency, things will not work.

There can be no external trigger to get  one started it our heart's calling that we need to respond to.

We become what we think-we need to invest time to think about the steps that we need to take to convert our dreams to reality.

There is nothing called as right time ,those are just excuses to pull ourselves back from achieving our dreams .
Also,too many ideas also will not take us anywhere.We need to streamline our goal and idea and just focus one one goal. I need to learn this.This the ultimate success strategy.

Above everything have some fitness goal because healthy body can have healthy mind and that can give tremendous results.

I am also in process of learning these things and hopefully at end of the journey i will have no regrets and would have lived life queen size.

Wednesday, September 11, 2013

Down the memory lane....

I was just passing by a church this weekend which reminded me of my childhood days. I have spent a year or so in a convent school.  In such a short span of time I have lot of memories attached but few of them are unforgettable.
Our regime was fixed for six days of week .Sunday being a holiday used to be different and special. Special because we used to get Non Veg on Sunday. Though I am a chicken and fish lover, I used to eat egg since someone said they used to serve beef in name of chicken. Later I left eating egg also since it used to be quite big in size than normal ones. One day while wandering in the campus we found some ducks and turkeys being reared in one part. So, we figured out the source of eggs. All was not bad we used to get to watch movies on Sunday.VCR was in boys hostel so you could find girls in their best attire even for that matter borrowed one also could do .After all you were allowed to go in the restricted zone. All was not bad .In evening we used to get samosa with bun .They used be really yum. On other days, we used to get up early around 5:30 .Sister used to do the rounds with the hand bell ringing across to wake up the girls. The round was done twice and in second round if somebody was found sleeping she used to use her cane on the sole of the sleeping beauties .After getting up we were supposed to make our beds properly. The last step of making bed involved using the bed cover to cover our bed. Some girls who thought they could save time by just ignoring the previous steps and jump straight to  last step used to get canes because sister used to do other rounds to check the beds :-).After completing the morning rituals our day used to start .some girls used to ditch bathing to get that extra 5 minutes of sleep .Here sister used to never catch us because  girls know all means to look pretty :-P .By 6:00 we used to form a queue with half eyes closed to go to chapel .This was mandatory. We like zombies in half sleep used to just go and sit on floor. Some enthusiastic girls used to sing the prayers.BTW we used to have evening practice session for these songs. I don't remember a single day when I was awake for the entire duration of the prayer. Usually I used to get up after everyone was given the bread and the wine (I guess its called Communion/Eucharist). One fine day I was awake just at time when this was happening .I could see few (to be specific 2) of my class mates also in the queue and I observed they were getting something to eat. Oh!! How could I miss something to eat..I just stood in the queue to get my share. I was standing just ahead of my warden .It was a long queue .I was getting impatient. I thought of asking the warden what was being given .I am little selective in food matters :-).I turned around and asked her Mother what is it that we are getting to eat ?As soon as she saw me she was speechless ,dumbstruck. After a fraction of second I heard , Runa,Just leave .Her face was red with anger. I couldn't understand what had happened and what wrong did I do ?After everyone came back from church one of my Christian friend said that only Christian can  have that holy bread and wine .And when non Christian get converted they take the first Holy Communion .In short she said I would have got converted to Christian (rolling eyes).
I was very fond of playing football but I could never convince any girl to play with me they used to say its Boys game. So I thought better I will play with boys.Inital two days were fun. On third days I was called by the warden to warn me that girls are not supposed to play with boys. You will hurt yourself .You have so many girls in your hostel why do you need to play with them. Now i couldn't understand when we can study together why can't we play together.Anyways, I stared playing with the girls some stupid games like business,pitto(seven stones),chupan chupai (hide and seek) or where you catch others  being blindfolded. Since this involved some running I was kind of ok.Anywyas, I had no choice. Our hostel had some walls with gravels engraved for design. So we were playing the blindfolded game .Pallavi was blindfolded and we were running suddenly she ran towards someone and that someone escaped and she just banged her face on the gravel engraved wall. Gosh!! blood started oozing out from her lips.we had to take her to hospital she got stitches but I just asked mother(our warden) one thing you said that we will hurt our self if we play with boys, even playing with girls is not safe .I didn't get a response just a blank and angry stare.

The worst part of any hostel is food. We used to get pathetic food. We were forced to eat 3 chapattis with watery daal and beans.
Only on Sunday this combo used to change. Our ritual was just go round the table singing sapera bean baaje bean baaje ..then fold the bean in chapatti hide it in our pockets drink the daal go out and throw the combo across the back wall. Now you will think how we were surviving. We were smart. There were lots of techniques. We used to get some snacks form home.Haldiarm Bhujia became my favorite from hostel days. Then we had good friends among boys who used to jump across the hostel wall to get chaat(mostly churmur chaat/pani puri). Best technique was ,we had got empty lunch boxes from our home. we had only lady teachers in our hostel .Their mess was in our hostel itself. Their food was too good .so we had come to a state of beg borrow or steal. we used to fill each lunch boxes with the food from teachers mess after they were done with the dinner.

Living in hostel had made me more methodological in some things .I used take bath very early .I used to keep everything clean. We used to get our clothes washed every weekend. Clean our white shoes. Polish them after drying them up. Keep the black shoes ready every night with the set of clothes to be worn next day. Make your bed as soon as you get up. Arrange your book shelves every weekend. Ensure that books and note books are covered properly and if torn replace with new one immediately. Amongst all these things where was the time to study?  But who cared? Parents used to get the mark sheet that too in psotcard.i can understand how embarrassing it would have been for my father to receive such a postcard at his bank address (Sigh!!).

Thank god I didn't stay for long over there otherwise I am not sure academically what i would have done.Anyways, when I used to go back home i used just pick things lying arounf ehre and there telling my mom you should keep the place clean.Poor mom used to just listen .Then in evening she was actually shocked more than surprised when I had lit a candle instead of agarbatti and called my sister along with me to sing Pita hamare jo swarg mein hai..On hearing this mom just screamed that what are you singing...I couldn't understand her reaction at first then later realized the problem and told her that this song is referring to Jesus as pita ...

Always, since I was going nowhere being in that school mom and dad decided to pull me out and then they decided to put both me and my sister in central school so that any such damage could be avoided .Since my dad was in bank and transfer was inevitable so central school was best choice .Do you guys have any similar childhood stories? Please share. It is fun to go down the memory lane...

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