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After effects of Diwali....







After effects of Diwali---
Okay, so here is an interesting dialogue inside me.
Somewhat funny but equally serious

Brain- (calmly) Oh, Diwali is coming. Reena, you need to be careful not to over-eat like how you do always when you go for a vacation and especially when it is Diwali. And then you are always down with food-poisoning!!!
Sensible Reena (very coolly)- Oh!! Don’t worry, I am a balanced person and I never indulge in over-eating.
Brain (mix of pride and suspicion) - Great!! Stay on your word
Mom-in-law (excited)- So here are the amazing things that I have made. Keeping it on your dining table. Eat well and happy Diwali...
Impulsive Reena (really excited) Oh my God....Oh my God... can’t wait to eat the yummy chakli, besan laddoo, and the poha chiwda. God bless my mom in law... oh there are shankarpallis also.... yum ....yum...
Brain (somewhat angry)- Reena, are you forgetting something...?????
Nose (very excited)- Reena the smell of the chakli is too good ya.. why not check one?
Tongue- I will be more than happy....
Impulsive Reena (really impulsive now)- ok, so let me start with chakli and then the chiwda. Let me get the bowl and the spoon and switch on the Tv and how about some hot tea?? Lets put a cushion behind the back and relish each bite.
Brain (angrily)- Reena, you have already had your tea ...
Stomach(angrily):- You know what I don’t need anything now and I can give you enough energy till night. If I need something, I will blow my whistle or the alarm.
Nose(ignoring stomach)- Reena, the smell is really yummy.
Tongue(ignoring everything and fully focussed on food)- Arey, I got to taste only the chiwda, where are the shankarpalli’s?
Impulsive Reena- Ok here you go with everything and the hot tea is here too...
Stomach (really angrily now)- Reena, don’t give so much work ok, I need a break too...
Sensible Reena- (very serious) – you don't need all this Reena. Can you give something healthy and nutritious to your stomach?
Brain- yes, I also function well and more efficiently when I get those nutritious juices and I bathe in them.
Impulsive Reena :-(greedily eats all the contents from all the boxes). Let me call my husband. (She dials the number)- Hey Mandar, Diwali faral is here. Your mom sent it. It is awesome.
Stomach (enraged)- Reena, can you just stop. I am more than full. My efficiency is going down. Can you please sit up straight? With your round back, I am a “C” with a dent in between. Can you please sit up and stop stuffing me. It's enough. I don’t need so much.
Brain (now sluggish)- I really don't feel like working. I need to take rest now and shut down for a few hours.

SCENE CHANGES----
Reena is at her sister's house
Sister- Reena, I made the karanji, ladddoo and the chiwda.
Nose- oh, same things again.
Stomach (little scared now)- If you stuff me again, I am warning you that I will go on strike this time.
Brain (angry)- Reena, you don’t need that stuff now.
Sister in Reena- Oh!! But my sister has made it with so much of love. I should taste it.
Impulsive Reena- Sister, the karanji is awesome and the shankar pallis too.
Mother Reena- Son, don't eat all this junk. It's not good for your stomach.
Stomach (taunting)- Reena, it's not good for me too. You are worried about your son’s stomach, husband’s stomach, mom’s stomach and what about me? How can you be so selfish?
Sensible Reena (very confidently)- You know what I am not going to stuff you with all the junk henceforth.

Sister calls ...
Sister- Can you please help me to cut these cashews and sort the dry fruits?
Tongue- the cashews look so fresh, I would like to taste them. Even the raisins look yummy...
Stomach (fed up)- Reena, enough is enough. Its lunch time soon and then you will feed me with the lunch too.
Sensible Reena (very calm and overconfident)- Food is to live. You do not live to eat. Can you skip your lunch? You are already too full!!!
Sister- We have dum aloo and puri for lunch.
Tongue (ignoring everything)- I really really want to taste them.
Impulsive Reena- (Eats 4 puris and the entire bowl of dum aloo)

The stomach is on strike and stopped giving signs of hunger.
It has got confused and started beating like the heart.

Reena- (angrily) Can you stop giving me cramps? They pain
Stomach- (angrily) Can you give me a break for 2 days. I will digest only liquids now....





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