Hunger

I once heard "bhookhe pet shayri nahi hoti" (you can't do poetry on an empty stomach). It's kinda weird as I write this thought of mine, I am hungry but I can't eat as my fridge has ran out of stocks and I can't go out now (atleast for the next 45 mins) as I have kept my laundry for drying. I am still writing, kinda similar to poetry but heck yea, I am writing empty stomach :)

I lookout for other blogs and then we discuss a blog called facehunter, where the publisher has hundreds of pictures of people around Europe, fashionable, trendy, slim and few even anorexic - eating less (thats the latest style statement). My brain picks up anything related to hunger and I started discussing with my online friend about America's obesity number, which is about 70%. How kids are hooked to sodas and fries and burgers from elementary schools.

Since my brain realizes that it is still not getting enough carbs to burn it starts to threateen me. Images of recent news flash by as how they are predicting a food crisis, immediately brain switches to pictographic mode, recalling one horrifying image of a child, malnutritioned, bent as if it is still in the womb, unable to sit upright, with a vulture right next to him.

As I stretch mylegs and I relax my back on my big leather sofa, my stomach growls again, louder this time as if cursing me. My brain is still relaxed and letting me write this little note, Quizznos is right outside the apartment complex and then there is that Deli which has different types of sandwiches and drinks and yea, I forgot, the Pizzahut is behind my apartment complex.