One night without food...
After long hours of work, I went to sleep. Seven hours since I had had dinner, I was starting to get hungry. I went to bed nevertheless, convincing myself that I would not feel the hunger once I slept.
I lay on the bed, unable to sleep, my stomach growling. I tossed from side to side and pressed the pillow hard on my stomach, as if that would magically solve the problem. ‘Sleep, girl, sleep,’ I told myself.
There was nothing I had in my room that I could eat right away. I lay on bed, straining my thoughts on what were the foodstuff I had – noodles, Milo…… the list went down to salt and sugar. Momentarily, my starvation was overridden by anger. Anger that I was so ill-planned for such an event.
My body gave me another warning. ‘You are going to faint soon,’ it said. I nodded, as if I was replying to that invisible voice that was warning me. My stomach flipped and squirmed, growling and complaining.
And just that moment, there was a flash. Of people. Of starving people. The gypsies who used to live in the platform near my apartment. The pot-bellied kids who came running when they saw someone ‘rich’, bringing their left-over food for them.
And the next moment, I thanked God I had had dinner. That I could afford it. I got up, murmured a prayer to the little picture of God I had on my desk, drank water, and went back to sleep.
It’s a story. Inspired.
I lay on the bed, unable to sleep, my stomach growling. I tossed from side to side and pressed the pillow hard on my stomach, as if that would magically solve the problem. ‘Sleep, girl, sleep,’ I told myself.
There was nothing I had in my room that I could eat right away. I lay on bed, straining my thoughts on what were the foodstuff I had – noodles, Milo…… the list went down to salt and sugar. Momentarily, my starvation was overridden by anger. Anger that I was so ill-planned for such an event.
My body gave me another warning. ‘You are going to faint soon,’ it said. I nodded, as if I was replying to that invisible voice that was warning me. My stomach flipped and squirmed, growling and complaining.
And just that moment, there was a flash. Of people. Of starving people. The gypsies who used to live in the platform near my apartment. The pot-bellied kids who came running when they saw someone ‘rich’, bringing their left-over food for them.
And the next moment, I thanked God I had had dinner. That I could afford it. I got up, murmured a prayer to the little picture of God I had on my desk, drank water, and went back to sleep.
It’s a story. Inspired.
excellent excellent writeup
wonderful narration and aptly said
hmmmmm how true......
btw does the inspiration comes from the forward that is currently doing rounds (on pictures of the Somalia ppl and a ppt comparing between the normal ppl and them)
sari athukapuram atleast sapteengala?
Posted by
rsubras |
9:37 PM
this reminds me of the 'gandiji's letters' (or something) tht was in the first page of all my cbse text books.....(enna ma kannu kavya vishwanathan madhiye aaiyindu vara :P ) well your blogz gone crazy again ...blogrolling has missed your update..
Posted by
kausikram krishnasayee |
9:39 PM
r subras,
thank you :)
if i reveal the source of inspiration, you'll laugh...i was this hungry one day!!
and no, i did go to sleep hungry. :(
mark,
gandhiji's letter in CBSE books? I'm trying hard to recollect...and my blog is drunk! ;)
Posted by
Vani Viswanathan |
11:46 PM
mark,
You accusing me of plagiarism like Kavya did? :(
Posted by
Vani Viswanathan |
12:16 AM
Congratulations! You are on your way to an ulcer. Those gypsies and pot bellies whoever they are, are used to eating less. Their body adopts to it. But you are not. Listen to the alarms missy. Or else you'll be in trouble.
Posted by
Manoj |
1:25 AM
Trust me. When you get an ulcer. You wish you were better dead.
Posted by
Manoj |
1:27 AM
manoj na ethukku paavam chinna ponnai bayamuruthareenga
but vani, yea that is what i want to stresss too.. for the ppl u have referred, they can adapt themselves but u cannot, better dont skip lunch/dinner/breakfast
Posted by
rsubras |
2:04 AM
>> It’s a story. Inspired.
ippa ellam konjam ushaar-aayitta!! engalukku kelvi kekka chance-ae tharaama!!
Posted by
Aravind |
9:29 AM
manoj,
Thanks for the concern, really! :)
subras,
you too, thanks for the concern. But I never skip any meal, coz i can't do anything if i don't eat.
aravind,
hehehe, enna pannradhu! :P
Posted by
Vani Viswanathan |
11:17 AM
Hungry woman is an angry woman? :P
Ps: Hey, you actually said, ya lor??? So you do the singlish thing well too? Lol. I say that instead of saying yes, only to my kids. Hehe.
Posted by
the woman |
12:05 PM
ayyo pavum, (mumtaz stlye)
it reminded me of " a test by gandiji, in the NCERT txt bukz" will try to send a copy of it to u....
Posted by
kausikram krishnasayee |
6:16 PM
enna...sems form la irukeenga pola?
Posted by
Harish |
1:01 AM
the woman,
hehe yeah!
And yaya, i do use Singlish, don't you! :O i mean, other than with your kids?
mark,
mumtaz style ayyo paavum....lol, i can never forget that!!! and yeah, send that gandhiji's message to me!
harish,
enna form? :-/
Posted by
Vani Viswanathan |
12:36 PM
ennanga,kaka biriyani thinnurukalame!! it struck a chord,
something that happened with me. Nanri!
Posted by
Wetfingers |
1:23 PM
your post remember me the bharathiyar kavithai...
kanchi kudipathar kilar – athan
kaaranangal evai yennum arivum elaar
panchamo pancham yenra nittham
parithavithe uyir thudithu
thunchi madi kinrarae.. – evar
thuraikalai theerikavor vaziyellayae
Good one.. :)
good one
Posted by
lok |
1:45 PM
Wetfingers,
Thanks, and welcome!
lok,
aaaah...tanglish-la barathiyar kavidhai-ya? can you please post it in tamil? it's really hard to read it this way!! [yeah, i can read tamil! :)]
Posted by
Vani Viswanathan |
10:56 PM
Funny you mention engineering.I seem to recollect that i joined that course after i passed from DAV(04).You passed out on 04 right??
Posted by
Wetfingers |
1:07 AM
ouch tat hurt...
Posted by
Vidya |
3:00 AM
Wetfingers,
You from DAV too???? Yeah, I graduated from DAV Girls' in 2004 too...but i escaped engineering! :P
Vidya,
Oh dear!! It's ok....
Posted by
Vani Viswanathan |
10:18 AM
ipadiye comments ku reply panite iruntha eppadi... adutha post eppo :) ?
Posted by
rsubras |
1:13 PM
dont go to bed w/o eating dinner.
Posted by
shekys |
1:21 PM
rsubras,
podaren, podaren...
sheks,
advice? :) thanks! i'll never go to bed w/o dinner.
Posted by
Vani Viswanathan |
2:07 PM
i have nothing 2 say ...every one already says it is excellent ...just iam going 2 know one thing from u Vani Viswanathan ...it is about difference between ur hungry and those poor people's hungry...one have food 2 eat another doesn't have anything 2 eat... you ever faced that second probelm in your life?...i wish god no one can face that...
Posted by
raj |
7:15 PM