Too Much Of Anything Is Bad

 July 27, 2019

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Too Much Of Anything Is Bad



I wasn’t always the happy man I am today. There have been a lot of tragic incidents in my life and I’m not hesitant to share them with people.

I was born into a poor family in Chandigarh. My mother was a housewife and my father worked in a medical store. Times were so bad that the monthly income of my whole family was hardly $75.

I was frequently bullied and picked on because of the harsh financial state of my family. I felt like there was nothing good in my life and I wanted to make major changes very fast.

I decided to pay full attention to my studies as I wanted to become capable enough to support my family. Well, I guess life doesn’t let you live that easily. When I was 13 years old, my mother left me and my father alone.

Soon after that, my father fell ill and my academic performance started to decline. I started staying at home all the time for taking care of my father. I still remember how sad I used to get and how much I cried while sitting in a dark empty corner.




After that, I started living with my uncle who was a very strict man. Sometimes, he would even beat me up for no reason.

And he was drunk during all of the beating sessions. He didn’t have a family of his own so I think maybe he felt under pressure by me living with him.

If only he had the experience of raising a child, he would know how to treat one. Anyways, this ain’t a rant about my uncle. I still respect him because he allowed me into his house and took care of me in the best way that he knew.

Through all this trauma, I found an ally… nope, not my camera… it was food. Yes, I thought that eating will make me happy because well, it did.

I started eating a lot. I loved eating heavy foods and didn’t even care about walking or exercising.

I just wanted to eat different kinds of dishes that made me feel happy. And let me tell you, none of what I ate was healthy. I only liked eating junk food or oily street food. Burgers and Rolls were my favorites.

I remember that I even started stealing money from my uncle’s locker to eat whatever I wanted to. He was a lawyer and he earned a lot, so, he never noticed if some amount of money was missing.

I obviously thought of it as a blessing at that time as before that I had to live in very harsh conditions. Plus, now I could eat all I want.




I kept living like this until I was a teenager. I kept eating a lot and junk food became a hobby for me. By that time, even I started earning due to my photography skills so I starting buying food from that money as well.

I never realized the amount of harm I was inflicting upon my body. At that point, I thought that life is great and this is how you live it. Huh, what a big fool was I.