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Thursday, August 21, 2008

Michael Phelps is a phenomenon. Breaking all those records and winning all those golds at just 23 years of age. I feel ridiculous at 25.

But how has it been possible. Apparently by being a glutton. Read on:

Think about what you ate this morning.

Maybe it was a bagel, or a bowl of cereal to go along with that cup of coffee.

Now compare that to what Olympic gold medalist and swimming sensation Michael Phelps eats in the morning, and you might feel a little malnourished:

— three fried egg sandwiches with cheese, lettuce, tomatoes, fried onions, and mayo
— one five-egg omelets
— a bowl of grits
— three slices of French toast with powdered sugar
— three chocolate chip pancakes
— two cups of coffee

Altogether, Phelps consumes 12,000 calories a day while in training. Compared to the 2,500-3,000 calories a day the U.S. Food and Drug Administration recommends for men depending on age and activity level, Phelps diet seems outrageous.

But it is, in fact, a completely normal diet for an Olympic athlete like Phelps, said Tanya Zuckerbrot, a nutritionist and author of “The F-Factor.”

“Look at his picture, he’s completely ripped,” Zuckerbrot told “He is clearly burning that many calories — if he wasn’t, he would look chubby.”

Zuckerbrot said Phelps probably doesn’t eat that many calories during his off-training season as his high-fat, high-carbohydrate diet would be dangerous to his health.

“It’s interesting, if he wasn’t eating that many calories, he wouldn’t be winning, because he wouldn’t have the energy,” Zuckerbrot said. “The carbs is what the body uses for energy. You have to give the body glucose to fuel it. That’s why people on the Atkins diet (an all-protein diet) can’t work-out.”

For lunch, Phelps drinks 1,000 calories worth of energy drinks, one pound of pasta with tomato sauce and two large ham and cheese sandwiches (with mayo) on white bread.

For dinner, Phelps’ meal consists of six to eight slices of pizza, another pound of pasta with tomato sauce, and 1,000 calories of energy drinks.

These meals are important, Zuckerbrot said, because the breads and pasta are made up of refined carbohydrates, which digests quickly and give him instant energy.

Zuckerbrot said she would not recommend Phelps’ diet to the average person who hopes to have a high intensity work out at the gym for an hour, but then sit at their desk all day.

“This is a diet created for an Olympic performer,” she said. “Clearly with 11 medals under his belt, it’s working.”

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Wednesday, August 13, 2008

Life has this habit of playing funny games with you. It messes with your head and leaves you alone to sort everything out. These different states of mind are so unpredictable. It's like you're a bloody Arnold Schwarzenegger one moment, and a Stephen Hawking the next. Like I'm some nutter just waiting to be Erragadda'd.

Take today for example. I'm finding it difficult to put in words exactly how positive and upbeat I feel. Right now, I'm confident of getting through B-School, landing a good (better?) job and just plain work less and draw my fatass-manager paycheck. I'm so sure I can do it, I can actually see it. Should I be whining? Apparently not. But I have this bad feeling that I'll take a decision that will impact my life in a huge way, but I will not have the steam to carry through with it.

Case in point: My endeavor to learn a new language. For the longest time I've wanted to learn Arabic. Probably because I've lived in the Gulf most of my childhood. All excited I made some really tall promises/claims and got some people I know to arrange for a tutor. All was well in the beginning. But I've lost it completely. Sure.. I'm following the classes and all but the strong surge of confidence in me, that told me I'd crack this has abandoned me and now I'm left with this (what seems like a) huge task. I feel like kicking myself.

So like I said, this feeling of confidence doesn't really make me feel that good. I try hard to make it go away and to make myself think more realistically. But again I dread that I might be killing ambition here. What do I do? How do I organize myself and make the right move? Can someone just give me a universal decision tree that I keep with me for life. All I want to do is pull this card out with these simple do's and don'ts that I can use to make all my decisions. I don't want to use my mind anymore.

I've lost it!

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Wednesday, August 6, 2008

Of the many things that irritate (or freak) me out in life, cockroaches are right there at the top. I hate them. Period. The sight of them. The way they walk. The way they run. Especially the way they fly. I consider my self a flygingcockroachophobic. Just the sight of them getting ready to fly can make me go ballistic. I've also noticed that they come right at you once they're airborne.

Now for the life of me I've never figured an effective way to kill one. I mean.. sure there are dozens of ways to kill a roach but I never really was satisfied.

Baygon/Hit: Leaves a bad after-smell and hazardous too
Something like chalk: You a draw a line with one of these and if a roach passes over one of these, they're supposed to be dead. Yeah.. never could figure this one out.
Chappal: One of the more effective ways of killing one, except you have to be really fast and there is very good chance it'll slip under the TV stand/washing machine/corner table.

However, I have now discovered a way which'll help you kill a cockroach without the need to run after them and without the need to use poison. However, as everything else in life, it isn't perfect. This method is only effective in the toilet. Here's how the sequence of events will play out in an ideal situation.

1. You spot cockroach.
2. Hopefully cockroach is unaware and completely at ease (you can always tell)
3. You head for the nearest water source with which you can splash the roach, like a health shower/or plain old mug
4. You throw/spray large quantities of water in its direction.
5. Cockroach falls down and can't run very fast because of wet floor. In fact they should just be hitting their creepy feet very hard but not going very far.
6. You grab your chappal and bludgeon the mean little fucker.

There, you have yourself a dead roach with very little running around and an excuse to clean the toilet.

You're welcome!

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Tuesday, August 5, 2008

My good friend Pranav caught this pic on his visit to Purani Haveli. How many of you guys saw the inside of this place?

Check the picture out here

I did not realize the interiors were so well furnished. It's so nostalgic

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