Wednesday 25 October 2017

Why should a woman exercise!?

Rippling muscles, sheer strength, glistening sweaty skin...

Tell me honestly, you thought of a brawny hunk working out at the gym, didn't you? Now this is where you have to shake that image out of your mind and imagine the soft curved arm of a woman holding a pair of mean-looking dumbbells and working it! It's time to challenge the stereotype.

If a girl is skinny, the world tempts her to get curvy. If a girl is curvy, the world taunts her to shed some kilos or says, "you are so soft and cuddly!" However, Im not going to talk sizes. I totally get the idea that we are all manufactured in different sizes like the matryoshka dolls. What I am going to talk about is the fact that every Matryoshka doll, regardless of the size, needs to exercise.

If you think there is nothing better that curling up with a book and cup of hot chocolate, I'd say you haven't tried walking briskly to the park bench; taking off your shoes and reading a book in the sunshine. If your idea of sweating it out is half an hour in the sauna, I'd say you have to try running with the sweat running down your forehead. If not having enough time is the threadbare worn excuse you hide behind; try doing yoga in your office chair; or teacher's chair, or your bus seat...

When you have run 10 kms or done 10 reps of burpees or indulged in 10 minutes of dance fitness; what you do not see is your heart beating with the renewed determination to beat on. But you have just added something to your life; could be time or maybe meaning. If my pep talk is starting to sound like the 10th round of a bicycle crunches routine, that's because I have hit the spot where it hurts; the core! You know you should get off your backside and do some jumping jacks at least!

And while you are thinking whether you should take up running or aerobics or yoga or pilates, I have just realised that I haven't even touched upon the initial question - Why should a woman exercise?!

Imagine the scene. A man with a beer belly struts in with just a slight intake of breath, which he believes would make his belly disappear. A woman of not so bad proportions would walk by feeling endless eyes on her arms that were just a bit too fat; her belly fat rubbing against the waistband and the stretch marks on her calves. From as way back as Snow White's time, women have rarely been happy with what they see in the mirror. I'm sure you will all agree that men and women are wired differently. So what's the solution?

Get up girl. Get the heart rate up. When the blood pumps through you after a challenging work out, it carries those magical little creatures called endorphins that make bulges disappear; and even the mirror smiles back at you. Next time you hear the words rippling muscles, sheer strength, glistening sweaty skin...think of yourself.

Friday 9 June 2017

Nammakadu...the heady brew!

Like the heady waft of coffee brewing, Nammakadu leaves a smile on your thoughts. Nammakadu means 'our forest' and true to its name, it is a charming homestay in Coorg that embraces you warmly. The protective trees on the driveway lead you to the enigmatic red brick walled, sloping roofed hideaway. Amidst the tall trees and coffee bushes stands the Nammakadu cottages; holding promises of lingering memories. 

The place offers percolated conversations and if you wish, luxurious silence just like a childhood friend. Amidst the chirruping of birds and the gentle rustling of the leaves, you can choose to withdraw into a private bay window inside the cottage or step out into the wooden balcony and extend friendship to the winged visitors. 

You would have heard of 'Puli Inji', the lip-smacking combination of ‘puli' (tamarind) and ‘inji' (ginger). This sweet-sour relish that Malayalis serve in a sadhya (feast) is close to a discerning foodie's heart. At Nammakadu, our stay was made absolutely delectable by the gorgeous ginger coloured Golden Retriever called Inji and the playful tamarind coloured Labrador called Puli. Their adorable combination literally added a loud smack to our Nammakadu visit! The kids even got to give them a rollicking bath and the pleas for their own dog haven’t ceased ever since!

The closest you can get to being a tourist (if you so wish!) is by visiting the Iruppu falls, which is a 15-minute drive away from the homestay, through quiet roads and quaint towns. Since we went to Nammakadu at the onset of monsoon, standing under the cold, gushing waterfall was both thrilling and therapeutic. Although during or after the monsoons that might not be a wise thing to do! The water is supposed to have no mercy at all. That I will mark as yet another reason for me to go back there during a different time of the year!

Did you know that Koi ponds symbolise rebirth? I am no expert to comment on the effectiveness of the far eastern landscaping feature, but the food served in the dining hut adjoining the Koi pond at Nammakadu is a liberal serving of rejuvenation! Nammakadu is the place you can go to when you want to lift the fog between your ears. A place where satellite signals do not punch holes in your tranquil cloud. A haven that lights up your senses with its simplicity and friendliness...just like a cup of coffee!

Anuradha Venkatnarayan

Friday 5 May 2017

A Requiem to my Backyard



The peacock sits high up on the metal giant
quivering beak, catching the tremors in the air
The wise old tree felled on the rocky ground; watching,
dark skin wizened and papery; sap drying
counting its limbs become machine-cut cylinders
one concentric circle for every year
it had braved; against storms, lightning, even drought
What have the brick and mortar Titans wrought...

The skies look down on the cringing edges
of the feeble hollow of water
helpless and parched;
a mother with dry breasts,
vehement white clouds and borewells
clamouring to evict the fish;
swimming between the coloured plastic bags
in the lake’s own scanty tears.

The woman; wearing the heavy crown
of creation and nurture; guilty in her supremacy
Flinches at the quiver of the chainsaw in her remote hands
retches drinking from safe, labelled bottles
With visions of her children; dry-tongued
and looking at extinct trees; frozen in huge cylinders of ethyl alcohol
She stands trembling; in her tall tower
the defeated earth crumbling under her feet.


-Anuradha Venkatnarayan