Sunday, October 19, 2014

SECRET OF MY NEW FOUND HEALTH !!!

Let me begin this post with the sad part. When I was born along with five more boys in the hospital; if I say my family was delighted then that would be wrong. My father walked away the moment he realized I was a girl. Not that he has ever ill treated me once he accepted the truth. But my grandmother couldn't digest the fact too well. Or may be she never liked me. When I was born, poverty was hovering around us and dad's bank balance was less than hundred rupees. Which led to my mother going to college for further education and dad worked day and night to pay her fees. So, I was deprived of mother's milk and was left alone with my not-so-loving grandmother. In my house there were cows but that milk was not accessible to me. My main source of food was water and so, now you can imagine how strong my immunity would be.

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As I grew up and as the money flow was better in my house, my parents started focusing more on me. There was a reason behind this - I was weak and ill all the time. Fever, cough, sore throat were my best buddies and they felt cheated to leave me alone. I hated food in general (now am I to blame for it? I was a kid) and my parents stuffed me with some more which I normally vomited it off my system. So with age I grew more weak and my parents loving me the most, replaced my food nutrients with tablets. They didn't want me to suffer, of course, but that ate up the remaining immunity I had. During my school days I often said "even if a man sneezes at one kilometer away from me, I am sure to catch cold". Yes, I was that weak then !!!


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My parents grew worried with my every birthday and dad even brought cane along during dinner to feed me. I ate all the vegetables but that couldn't keep me away from diseases. So, then started an unending era of chyawanprash. Every night after dinner I was made to eat one spoon of chyawanprash followed by a glass of milk and I ate it without any fuss. It tasted good and any day better than those vegetables. I have no idea for how many years I ate them or how many bottles I have finished so far. Surprisingly, my health started getting better even though not immediately but eventually. Fever and cough stayed away from me and I got to play outside more frequently with other children. I felt strong in fact. I don't know if this change can be completely attributed to chyawanprash but to be honest, there was no other change in my diet then. Hence, I believe it did it's magic on me. Today, I am a far more healthy person, successful, educated and confident. Somewhere deep down I feel I owe this to chyawanprash. I know how my parents were worried due to my constant illness, I remember frequent hospitalizations, I remember dad carrying me and taking me to a hospital at mid night. They were all tensed. Peace and happiness had left us leaving only worry behind. Thankfully I got better and so did my parents. I still have a bottle of chyawanprash at home now. Well I feel too kiddish to eat but I know one spoon of chyawanprash will improve your immunity system and prepares your body to fight. Happy eating !!!!

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Childhood memories of Diwali !!!

Color of lights - so it is often called as, for me Diwali has been synonymous with love and celebrating life. Being born in middle class I didn't always get the leverages that I desired as a kid, be it new clothes or a box full of crackers. The delicious home cooked sweets also missed my Diwali owing to my mother's poor health. Yet, lighting those lamps around the compound walls and on window railings, hanging beautiful lanterns in front of the house, burning those mini bombs stolen from neighbors or tying a cracker to a dog's tail (I know it's quite sad) but I had my share of Diwali in my own way. On Diwali mornings, we woke up early and applied turmeric with oil on our body before a hot water bath. My grandmother insisted on applying way too much turmeric which I detested the most. It wouldn't go off easily and I would glitter for almost a week. Then I would wear a new dress, of course not as a part and parcel of Diwali, which I would get as a birthday gift in October often few days before Diwali. Watching cracker show in End point and Greens in Manipal had become a ritual. I loved those half an hour shows which sometimes got busted due to rain. 

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Well, that is the glimpse of Diwali I get when I close my eyes and walk down that lane of childhood. But like they say time and tide waits for none and I grew up and those memories, joy started fading away. Like the veil of adulthood masked them forever. I stopped bursting crackers, attending cracker shows, new dress wasn't that fancy anymore and being diet conscious I skipped all the sugar offered. I stopped lighting candles or applying turmeric with oil. I protested and my parents kept mum. That was the period of my silent Diwali. But today, when I wanted to pen down about Diwali, all I felt was happiness from inside. Like those childhood memories came floating on to the top and cleansed my soul. Can't wait for this year's Diwali now. With my husband and in laws, I am sure it is going to be a special one !!!!

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There were many funny incidents about Diwali but here I want to write about my best friend. He was a naughty kid and people who know him won't even question me. Like me he was also born in a middle class family without having access to those fancy cracker boxes (gosh! all we kids drooled over those big boxes filled with crackers). But one year he decided to have one. No matter what !!! He stole money from his parents (they still have no idea about this) and bought a box of crackers and couriered it to his own address. How smart !!! Finally when the box arrived at his door step, he acted as astonished as his parents and happily burnt them having a naughty Diwali. 

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These are the memories which makes our life so special. We didn't have much money or any perks of rich born, but we did have lots and lots of happy memories. Running behind cows bursting crackers and scaring them, drawing rangoli in front of the house, gathering all the neighbor kids playing hide and seek during festivals etc etc. In fact once we even kept some mini cracker bombs in cow dung just to see how it would blow up. I feel like puking just imagining that but god save me, I did it once !!! Well this was my Diwali, filled with running around, jumping, joy, love and laughter with family and friends. I just want my kids to have the same, after all this is what we are passing on to our next generation - LOVE !!!

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Saturday, October 18, 2014

BEING INDIAN AT HEART !!!!

Namaste !!!

A day in real India...

Draped in red saree, with jasmine flowers over her bun when she walked down the streets her bangles hummed a rhythm and anklets just added some extra elegance. Cows wandered over the streets blocking her way and some naughty kids were caught pelting stones at them. They mooed in pain but they would never harm any children. Just when the grass was green enough to be fed a snake jumped out of the bushes and made its way to the road. Lying peacefully on the middle of the road, soaked in sun's grace it felt too lazy to move away when a biker honked relentlessly. Snake gave him there-is-enough-road-for-you look and slowly moved away. Poor biker was scared wondering if he had harmed the snake as it would be a curse for life. He immediately ran to the temple near by and prayed god to forgive his unknown sins offering a bowl of milk and special pooja in return. A dog barked at him like he was his everlasting enemy and even chased him till the parking lot and then ran restlessly wherever he could, barking. Some pani puri vendors chased the dog away which was annoying their customers. Some spicy and juicy pani puris were served to the hungry customers who rejuvenated their taste buds with some tangy tamarind juice. Finally, when they strolled back home passing cow dungs, broken drainage, puddle, pot holes and traffic jams with minimum money in their pockets they knew they had to save that money for future expenses. After all, Deepavali festival was nearing and they had to buy a lot of crackers, sweets, new clothes to celebrate goodness, happiness, health. And to also celebrate the joy of being an Indian. 

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India with its history spanning hundreds of thousands of years makes one wonder where it all began. Our ancient traditions, history and culture is so strong rooted than no one can absolutely pin point and call it the dawn for Indians. Yes, we all start talking about paleolithic period and Indus valley civilization but what about tretha yuga or dwapara yuga where we believe our gods existed in human form killing demons and saving humanity. Even today most of the rituals we follow comes from that era which nobody ever witnessed. Hence, India is the most diversified nation with different rituals, cuisines, languages, customs and culture passed on through several centuries. The variations found in India can be found no where else in the world. May be that it self makes India so unique, so special and that encompasses the real culture of India. Many sources describe India as "Sa Prathama Sanskrati Vishvavara" — the first and the supreme culture in the world.

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India, with its 28 states and seven union territories, speaking more than 22 official languages and nearly 400 living language, is a country known for its open mindedness. Still the age old rituals are being followed, at the same time software companies are spreading like a virus. In the busy streets of metros, you see women in sarees, salwar kurtas, jeans, dresses and shorts. People speak in Tulu (a no script living language) being fluent in English. A scientist offers his prayer to god to provide him success in his endeavors. People are loud and they love being loud. Loud dikh chik music, loud honks, loud laughter makes our species so unique. Even the spices used in cooking are loud. No matter where we go or settle in or adapt, we will always remain Indian at heart preferring water over tissue papers !!!!  

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I don't know if world is being Indianized or Indians are influencing the world to become Indianized, but change is happening. May be slowly, but I can see appreciation for Indians in the eyes of the west. I see a lot of foreigners preferring our Ayurvedic medicines or Yoga or Bollywood beats or occasional saree drapes, but can we actually call it as Indianization? Just because once a month they eat palak paneer, won't make them Indian. But yes, their true appreciation and acceptance of India, a land of snake charmers like they tagged us before, is the real Indianization. While I was reading Sudha Murthy's anecdotes I came across an interesting fact. Many years ago when she visited the USA for first time she was teased for wearing a saree and her being an Indian. She was made to wait for a long time cross questioning her agenda of visit. They didn't trust us then. But recently when she traveled, the same old airport officials appreciated Indian culture, the way women wore saree in India and even, finished her immigration process in minutes. I believe this is the true Indianization that is happening across globe. 

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The days of being looked down is slowly getting over. Indians are appreciated for their knowledge, culture and intelligence. Be it at any field, Indians are being noted. Let it be a small country anywhere in the world, I am sure, at least one Indian will be working there. World is becoming more Indian because of the presence of Indians everywhere. We are known for adapting and we seep in to that world. Indians would live like British in the UK. No doubt. But if there is an Indian restaurant then they will drag their foreign friends to have some spicy spices cladded food. We are normally comfortable in jeans and t shirt but if there is a festival we will not leave that chance of wearing a beautiful saree, some ornaments, flowers looking like a princess in our own world. I guess it is this color in India to which foreigners are getting attracted to. Be it celebrating holi or colorful heavy sarees or colorful bollywood movies, we bring life in it. This is what is being admired abroad now. Of course not all age old traditions are accepted and most of them are not being followed in India it self. Yes, we call them superstitions and ignore them as much as possible. But there is more to India than superstitions. 

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While I was reading through some articles, I came across the cultural interests between Germany and India. During Frankfurt book fair in 2006 India was the guest of honor and since then, Indian work in the field of literature is being widely accepted in Germany. Not only the bollywood commercial movies, but Germans are also interested in regional and art movies of India. German films are also increasingly present at Indian film festivals, although the entry of German films in India still proves to be difficult if not impossible due to the specifics of the Indian film market. Be it classical music or Indian dramas or peppy bollywood numbers, all are appreciated in Germany more than any country. Surprising, isn't it? Now that's what I call true Indianization. After all everyone knows Shah Rukh Khan !!!!

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I am not saying world is being influenced by India enough to accept our way of living. Comparatively, India is being more westernized. This is a fact. But Indians and Indian culture is being noted and acknowledged now, unlike before when it was completely neglected and looked down. People are incorporating more Indian products to lure Indians in to their market. Our market is wider and people want to understand Indian way of approach. Well, what can I say, we are second highly populated country in the world. And we are everywhere. So, people living outside India should be thanked for this process of Indianization. They are actually living abroad and influencing people and how can somebody not like Indian way of spreading joy once they get a taste of it? So, yes, world is being Indianized. People are being more Indian than we think at their heart. Their true acceptance and love, what I call my dear friends, is true Indianization. 

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Well it is time for some sweets, payasam, fried capsicum, new clothes, lights and lamps. Ah, Deepavali is on its way !!!!

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Saturday, October 11, 2014

The uncertainty quotient !!!!

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"Life is what you make it" (like we all have been educated since birth to take the right decisions)

When I read Preeti Shenoy's novel I was absolutely convinced. Title intrigued me and agreed with me but what was in it not so much. My husband often chants that our happiness lies in our hands. So yeah I get it now. If I am a loser, I am responsible. If I am a hippie, I am responsible. If I am flying spreading out my wings in this divine sky, hell yes, I am responsible. 

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Yet, when an entire world of happiness lies in our damned fist we let it loose and curse god for making our fingers tremble. So, here standing at this junction of life I wonder is life really what we make it or our decision making skills are far immature than we imagined. I call it "the uncertainty quotient" or call it basic human rights ???

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Every human being has the right to be uncertain. Starting from what shall I cook for breakfast to whom shall I marry to Am I making the right choice (for every silly thing) to is this store good for buying vegetables, uncertainty runs thicker than blood in our veins. But honestly, we never take those good two seconds to analyze why are we having second thoughts? Why can't we make a choice and accept it? Why do we even think twice? If it's a wrong decision then time will teach its lesson and being mature is nothing but learning from our mistakes. Isn't it? 

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May be this is a human trait to make things perfect in the first round and screw it all up. Hence, confusions wander in our imaginations more than goals, achievements. I am pretty sure there is no one who is absolutely certain about everything. Today when I think about my future and some crisp decisions to be made I know I am not yet ready for them. I am not sure what is right and what is wrong. This turmoil is slowing my life, my achievements and crumbling my dreams. Every night I lay on the bed and bug my husband with umpteen questions. Usually I do that to drag me from the world of uncertainty to hold on to something more stable. But last night I realized I was confusing him. My questions triggered his uncertainty spot and making him totter in the maze of confusions. Then whole day I kept thinking what is best for me and how I can be certain about being certain. Is going abroad the right decision (few weeks ago I was all happy about it), is doing PhD the right thing for me professionally (till yesterday I was puking at the thought of PhD), is maintaining a blog right utilization of time (I never ever thought I would become uncertain about this one at least) and etc etc etc. These thoughts kept pummeling my not-so-naive brain and now I am absolutely clueless. 

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Right now, my uncertainty quotient is high. Why can't I just live my life, flow with the wind and be happy? Why do I need to plan and have a back up and be sad? I feel my head will explode with these thoughts and I will never get a clear cut answer. Why me, nobody has a clear cut answer. Life is a big question by itself. The more you dig, more questions evolve and you sink deep in to an abyss. Right now I am in that pit. I see question marks all around me with darkness filling my soul. I am only asking for some answers but I can't see them. I am blind or blindfolded. I can hear people talking, suggesting me what is best for me, like they have lived my life through my emotions. But it's all hazy. Too many people talking, instructing, guiding. May be because of this I can't listen to the voice of my inner soul. And so I am hopelessly confused. Aghast. Shattered. Waiting for some answers. Waiting for my life to be certain. But even now I am certain about one thing. I want to get over these confusions only to find peace in life. I feel that when all the questions are answered I would have nothing more to think about. And my heart and soul will rest in peace. Is it really possible? or the tag "rest in peace" will be associated only for dead??? I have no answers right now !!!

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At times being uncertain, thinking over decisions may be the right thing but not always. After all, life is short and we can't waste it being uncertain. At least we need to be certain that we made the right choice, took the right decisions and live through it. Even if it is not the best one. Life only gets funnier when we know all these yet unable to oblige making life a complicated game.