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Ufffff ……. Mujko mirchi lagi ……..

Buddha rightly said, “desire is the main cause of misery.” Have we ever realized that the things that we like the most are the things that lead to our suffering?

It’s fall, and the Bengaluru weather triggers the desire for deep-fried and/or spicy food. Being no different, I tried some veggies in super hot garlic sauce. It was double hot because of loads of garlic and red chilies. Flavors were balanced by vinegar, tomato ketchup, jaggery, and salt. It was so soothing to the tongue and the evening weather, that I gulped a bowl full of it in no time.

While too much ice-creams take me on a guilt trip, spicy food, coffee, green peas take me on a migraine trip. So here I am, with migraine writing my suffer-safar. :)


While I know I suffer because of these, I still indulge in them at times. Ah! Human nature! Then I self console, stating I have gone better. After all, now I don’t rely on the placebo effect of the pain killer tablet but simply stick to the age-old solution of  “Langanam Parama Aushadham”, Fasting – a super medicine.


Isn’t it so very interesting to see how our brain works? We know certain things are wrong for us, yet we desire for it and indulge in it to suffer later just to have momentary pleasure. We know certain things are best in the long run yet need repeated affirmations to stick to them.

With that note, I sign off for the day to work on setting the chemical locha right in my stomach caused by the Mirchi that has triggered a migraine. Uffffffffffffffff  yeh Mirchi ……………




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