Apparently a lot, and I’m not even talking about the science part of it here.
We keep saying that stereotyping is a wrong thing and people need to have an open mind and all. Well, I’ve sorely bore the brunt of not being typecast as a girl, for almost the whole time I was in engineering college. 😦
One Sunday my father felt like going for a small outing. The weather was awesome and there wasn’t a better place than a small hill-station not very far from our place to enjoy it. We took our camera along and went berserk clicking pictures of clouds and mountains and what not (and some of ours too).
In one particular picture I was standing on a huge stone with my hands on my waist and giving a rather furious look to my brother who kept teasing me throughout for silly things. I’d never imagined that this one picture would change my name and my college life forever! It didn’t turn out that bad, but alas, I made the asinine mistake of sharing it with my friends who branded and rechristened me with the tag ‘Shivaji Maharaj’ from then on and that has stuck with me till now. I still wonder if I did pose like him. 😦 😦
If you’re someone like me who’s over-blessed where weight is concerned and under-blessed where rate of metabolism is concerned, you’ll probably understand my plight here. The skinny ones can read on, but mind you, don’t you dare smile even a bit!
Months after A Jr was born I managed to shed all my post-partum weight and was rather pleased with the results. Blame it on a very insisting MIL who’d stop at nothing to overfill me (You’re still nursing and the baby needs milk or It’s ok to get fat, look at me!) or a string of weddings and family functions that just wouldn’t take a break, I gained a rather significant part of it back. I started working on it again and was glad the efforts were showing, although painfully slowly.
Now, I was at this wedding and we were standing in a large group cheering along while the bride and groom were getting their pictures clicked. I was standing near the stage and had taken support against its wall (which probably made my abdomen protrude a bit) when some Aunty I remotely recognize walked up to me especially only to ask, “ Are you pregnant?” Rather taken aback, I enquired if I looked like I was. She could’ve replied in affirmative and let go, but she insisted on giving me a 15 mins lecture on how I must work-out, while everyone else was amused and enjoyed. Can married girls not gain weight unless they’re pregnant?? *Grrrrrrrrrrr*
So much for not bothering to stand or pose correctly! Am still a little ignorant about my posture at times but I try to keep reminding myself to keep check. Who knows tomorrow I might get some wisecrack from A Jr, and if it does, boy it will hurt! 😦 😛