Doc treats, Guru heals & musey love happens!

I was listening to 'Meri Bheegi Bheegi Si' - that deeply senti song perfectly rendered by Kishore Kumar when I was inspired to write about my new musey. No, he hasn't broken my heart. But only my fat.

Alright - so announcing the arrival my latest musey :-) :-) :-) my Ayurvedic doctor : Dr. A ! We shall address him as simply 'doc' here :-)

As such, my first few meetings with him didn't yield much, let alone musey love. But my intuition led me to take his guidance.
I took the 10 day panchakarma as per his advice & though i was skeptic initially, it was an eye-opener: what a wonderful detox program ! I loved the pampering, the deep cleansing, the new experience , the suspense of what new treatment each day, etc. I loved every bit of it. Visit http://www.srisriayurveda.in/ for details.
There was this particular treatment called 'Sarvanga Takradhara' - what an awesome feeling of hot buttermilk being poured over your body and massaged - hmmmmm !

So, coming back to musey ;-) One fine day, my treatment started around 7am. By 10am, i realized i was losing it (my friends say, as usual). There was palpitations, sweating, half-conscious state of affairs. I hesitatingly (I don't like eating anyone's head too much, you see) went to doc's kutir. He immediately checked my NADI and said 'I know what is happening. Just close your eyes and relax'.
I kinda knew it was an emergency and thought he would give me an injection or some strong dose of medicine. BUT. BUT. Guess what he did?

He gave me a blessing ! A long deep blessing !!!!
And i was actually OK in 5 mins !

He said, 'Your treatment is over for the day. Pls go to your room and rest' and i promptly did that :P

And yeah, by that time, my new MUSEY had arrived :-))))))

Now, once this happened, the whole course of my treatment changed ;-) There was always the pull of musey love which made it so much more colourful. On the last day, I had to give a dose of my own blessing to my musey. And so, I gave him a short lecture on 'Lean Management' which could be applied ;) (I know what you are thinkin!;)
He was of course fascinated with all that I said AND the way I said it :) He couldn't help but laugh at the various indigenous terminologies that I used. He commented: "You should see yourself in the mirror when you talk". I said, "I know I am fascinating".

This blog is about me, my museys and my modesty. OK? :D

I have spoken/discussed/shown/consulted many many many people about the fat in my physical body. I believe no one has given a more convincing understanding of the issue than Dr. A... And as I lose more fat, I am only grateful to him for having brought back the confidence & health in me :)

Goa and its secrets

Prologue: Very few people can really understand the purity of my musey love. For those who are on this site for the 1st time, would suggest reading the 1st post (down below) - gives a short intro about what a saatvik way of life Museys are :-)

So there was a kinda vacuum after Suchitra Sen.. She remained my musey for a looooong looooooong time... But a few months back, slowly and finally found herself encosened in the that special place in my large heart reserved for ‘Ex-Museys’J

And then the outrage, stress, tension and pressures in life left no room for musey love life to blossom. Or probably the musey had just not come along, as yet! ;-)

Cuz when the Musey arrives, nothing can stop “the feeling” J

Was in Goa recently - as I was selected as an achiever by my employers. 

At the 5-Star hotel where we stayed, there was a gala awards function, followed by high-energy super performance by Sonu Nigam and dancing through the night.. I was having the time of my life and relishing the attention being showered on me.. Awards were being doled out. The crowd was going berserk with excitement. The air was charged with electricity. And then suddenly it happened... ! YES!

Of the 2 people from the top management, this 'Bong Uncle' was representing our principal company. And there was something about this bong uncle! Had never seen him before. Never spoke to him there. But I knew my latest musey had arrived J The connection was too strong to be ignored!  I wouldn’t say “Deewana hua badal” and all that ... Because Musey-love is always a SUBTLE song of the heart ;-) And this time, after a long time, it was a Musey-crush!!!! Ha ha ha ha haa. (Someone asked me: "So whats cooking?". I said, "Boss, its a musey-crush. Not an affair. Duh!)

So the whole evening I couldn’t get my eyes off him. Invariably head would be turned in his direction every few mins ;-) ha ha ha. There were ample opportunities when I could go up and dance with him. But then you know how it is with Museys – shy happens! LOL

And then Maya grips you – I started strongly believing that he also had felt the connection and was looking at me! “Deewane ka naam to pucho....” ... Thank god for the Maya was shattered not very late. 

But I still wanted to dance with him. Started preparing mentally of how it would be made possible... Was evaluating a lot of options. And a lot of co-incidences also :D 

Went to loo. Came back. And he was gone L Now what do you think I would do in the party after that? I left. Went to beach for a walk (yeah I was still holding on to last strands of hope and praying for luck). No such thing happened by grace of Maya-shatterers (yes I only invented this word, ok?).

And so. New day. New hopes. New Maya-shatterers. LOL

Went for breakfast hoping he would join. Or atleast come there. God didn’t disappoint this time J

Smiled and wished him “Good Morning”. After that, became conscious of what I was picking up from the buffet table (like hell he or anybody would care but see how the mind works!). And then suddenly he wasn’t at his table anymore L 

“Dil dhoondata hai phir wohi.....” As I finished my check-out formalities, was walking around the stupendous lobby area of the hotel, talking on phone. Was discovering newer faces of hotel. And guess whom I see? J J J Musey Bong uncle, ofcourse!! 

He was sitting outside alone, reading the newspaper. And he looked up at me, I looked at him. Smiled at each other. Heart was racing. "Kuch Dil Ne kaha.... Kuch bhi nahi...."

 I was busy updating mom and dad about many things. Was gathering courage to go sit with him and strike a conversation. By the time i did that and hung up on the phone, people had already come to sit and chat with him. Thought... “Shit. Shit. Shit.”

My friend kept calling me to beach. I suddenly found an inexplicable urgency to read the newspaper ;-) (Have to keep up-to-date on the outrage, no?). Goa edition of TOI is rather boring. Needs Vineet Jain’s attention. After these profound observations, we all (yes, *all*) set out for the “beach Olympics” which was organized. 

My last chance for show-off! Never mind the blazing sun, I joined the lousy volley-ball team to display my now-evaporated volley skills. After the game, I looked around for congratulatory bonhomie from Musey but was greeted by Maya-shatterers instead. My sun tan went in waste! Gawd! :-(

After walking around aimlessly (trying my best not to look disappointed) , I gave up the search. There was no loss and found property where I could report either. So till I reluctantly left the hotel, eyes were constantly searching for him. But God seemed to have other plans. And I never saw him again.........................

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Epilogue: Every time Maya is shattered, I believe I am closer to my own SELF than ever before :-)