Wednesday, October 22, 2014

More Indian than you think-Desi Influence and Lufthansa

My daddy once told me that potatoes, rats and Punjabis can always be found  even in the remotest corner of the world.  Not that he meant offense towards any community or any one or anything, (He is Punjabi by birth and endorses the free and hard working spirit of all born on this soil) but he was trying to explain to us the simple fact that the sons of this soil are born entrepreneurs, they can turn the most unproductive of things into gold with sheer hard work ,foresight and their awesome love of life.
My daddy now relaxes in his retirement from his stint as a shippie  ,reminiscing means amusing tales of the weirdest of weirdos   encountered in his  two decades as a Master Mariner.
Circa 1990's :-One such story was about some happiness he embraced in the ice  cold north western Canadian port of Prince Rupert. After having crossed stormy seas and delegated his juniors in completing the required work before moving on to the next port of call , my daddy went exploring the town.
imagine his elation, when he saw a turban ,a turban that reminded him of home and a man who spoke his own dialect...
In a town of about 13000 residents, there was only one Indian, who was married to a Canadian woman and was manning the city grocery and drug store.
All of us know of the mini India's in cities now dominated by Indian communities, but in a land where walruses bask in the weak sunlight and people wear layers and layers of clothes without bathing for days at end, here was a man in a white turban and Churidar pyjamas ,who obviously made an effort to keep them white.
So many years on my daddy remembers the happiness and awe he felt when he met a man From his own soil where the aurora borealis shine ,he could feel the drumbeats of his folk songs and smell the fine fragrance of the soil (apologies Gulzar Saheb ,I could not translate mitti ki saundhi Khushboo into English) in a land so far away from India.
A similar story he relates of Kopka ,Finland.  In a town with a stagnant population of 30000 people, there was one Punjabi, who had a kiosk in one of the malls ans was retailing brass items he had sourced from Moradabad, Uttar Pradesh. This man ,daddy said had strayed from an immigration agent who had promised them Amrika and brought them via sea from Punjab like fugitives.
He managed to break free and reached this remote Scandinavian port and set up shop ,stock and base.
Indians are going where no man has gone before.  With a strength of character and the desire to do better in life ,their resistance to failure is almost indomitable.
That is why , you'll find a tandoor in Poland, and Jalebis in Tenessee and Kanjivaram saris on the Paris Fashion week and Maruti Alto's in Brazil....Can you get any more Desi?

Many more stories, but I have one to tell too, of a Swiss national who stopped hubby dear in Jaipur and asked him if he knew what the RF on his nike cap stood for? This gentleman was from Basel ,Switzerland, the home town of Roger Federer.
 He explained to us how fascinating the stories of Rajasthan and India were to those who lived in a land bereft of spice ,colour and warmth. How the first holiday destination of many abroad is India.
The world is experiencing India, in all its glory. Maybe History will be rewritten, And India's past glory will resurface...
Every one is switching to Chicken Tikka Masala and Kingfisher beer, Yoga is the new ancient philosophy for a good life and  samosas are now being filled with mince and peaches are being made into a chutney to be slathered on Philadelphia Steak sandwiches... can the world get any more Desi?
And hip hop dances being performed on Kajrare kajrare in So you think you can dance ,John Travolta shaking his booty to bollywood , AR Rahman becoming a mascot of soulful music , and the bindi rocking the fashion world... ShahRukh Khan being a crowd magnet and Hollywood stars falling flat at the beauty of the Indian Missus....Can the world get any more Desi?
More Indians on blogger and in Google and Mercedes and NASA then ever...
We Indians seem to be enveloping the world with our magic...so that even if something is so distinctly foreign , it has an Indian influence.  Every thing is more Indian than you think.
I forgot to mention the Gurudwara in Phuket, Thailand, that serves Guru ka langar on tables 24*7 ,to all ....Indian or not.
Lufthansa is spreading the word...

The world is More Indian than 
you think.

So where are you traveling to today???

Sunday, October 19, 2014

Dabur Chyawanprash Ayurveda ,Trust and Immunity

“There's nothing more contagious than the laughter of young children; it doesn't even have to matter what they're laughing about.” 

The laughter of a child is bliss, happiness personified. No sound sounds better than that of children laughing. The joy that echoes,opens barriers in ones soul and brings a smile to the lips.
Always.
I have one son.
By the grace of god, I have not spent as many nights patting him on his back and trying to get him to stop crying. He was not a cantankerous baby. He was sweet. That is why he is called Sweet Child.
Or maybe ,I'm getting old. I am sort of close to a major milestone, one that I would rather not admit in Blogosphere.
Well ,this much I know,I have suffered from a condition called Allergic Rhinitis for the longest possible time. When I began, people ran for cover after handing me a napkin...I sneezed everywhere.
And after I got married ,hubby dear always encouraged me to take steam therapy and eat Chyawanprash regularly.
Me, I had had this bias against the black,gloopy tarry mess that came in the bottle of Dabur chyawanprash, so I mocked and mocked his habit of substituting breakfast for hot milk and Chyawanprash.
However ,after sweet child started walking, he started falling ill regularly and even had to be hospitalised on account of infections a couple of times.
Maybe it had something to do with the fact that we were stationed in the far east (India) and the weather was moist with strong, cold winds blowing after 12 noon,daily.
To top it all, I, a young mother schooled on my dog eared copy of Dr Spock was always a long STD distance away from Mum's advice.
Cell phones were non existent in the east at that time and STD calls were generally made from the PCO's which were more than a walking distance from home.
After many courses of antibiotics and trials of homeopathic medicines ,I had begun to try to force feed him.
I used to show him Cars on the far off highway(sweet child was car mad ,his first toys and security blankets were the dinky cars...) and force down some foul milk product down his throat.

I noticed his illnesses and infections decline and began to complement myself and my wisdom as a mother . After all I knew best.
Its just then around that time that i noticed that hubby dear had introduced Chywanprash to sweet child , and they used to have a bit together every morning.
It had become a morning ritual, the digging of a spoon into the gloopy dark unknown mix of amla and various herbs and then a small bite and that being washed down by a sip of milk.
The ritual of Chywanprash is still a ritual, though the boys rarely indulge together. On you forgot, sweet child is quite an opinionated teenager...who would prefer to do what his dad tells him to do behind his back,rather than in front of him.
The first sneeze is an indication of the changing weather and that's a note to replenish dwindled stocks of Dabur Chyawanprash.
So thanks to Dabur and Chyawanprash,I have not had to battle too many colds or infections or other illnesses.
My home has been blessed by the health and happiness and laughter of my boys...
Since when do husbands get referred to as boys??
Well,since men never seem to grow older....they get added into the nominal roll of children in the family.
OK, along with the boys, I manage a spoon a day and try to keep my Allergic Rhinitis and sneezing at bay too.
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Dabur Chyawanprash is a tonic or an addition to your diet that you will never go wrong with-Dabur Chyawanprash. Its a healthier alternative to the allopathic drugs. After all Prevention is better than cure.

All I wish and pray for is that we be blessed by the goodness of Ayurveda. And that all our homes remain disease free.
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