As those of you, who have already seen me know, I am bordering on obesity, from the other side. Not a seemly sight, I admit, but beauty is not skin deep and one must not judge based on appearances only. One must judge on the basis of financial capability and discounted cash flows as does the rest of the human race. Not that that will put me in any better a position. But it will take attention away from the borderline obesity.

So, straying very far away from the topic put aside. I have been told today, by someone I have met after three months, that I seem to have lost weight. Under what weighty consideration of human charity and pity he was labouring, I will never know, but I know that he may actually be right. What with all the pressure at work, sleep deprivation, extreme telephone socializing, starvation and plain reason less apprehension, anxiety, tension and a consistent feeling of impending doom it does not seem very conducive to weight gain.

And to top all the disparate strands of psychological and physical challenges, add up the coming Mango season. I got my first interface with it today. It is quite clear that after eating four largish Mangoes for dinner, one does not need a smaller belt. At least not till August.

The love for food is far superior to the hatred of obesity. Yet again, I seem to have my priorities straight. Spread love not hate.