Sunday, October 19, 2014

The Healthy Concoction for a Happy Home

My Grandmother passed away the year before at the age of 98. Apart from the old-age related memory loss in her last 2-3 years, she never had any sort of clinical problems. Her immunity was way better than anyone in my generation despite her age. Come winters, and we were the ones getting cranky about taking a bath or a non-functional geyser while her daily chores did not go a wee bit haywire. She used to wake up at 4a.m. and take a bath with the water running from the tap at freezing temperatures and carry on with her chores. If I did the same, I was found coughing, sneezing or walking around with my inhaler the next day. I missed certain family events, and important exams, as well due to this. This irked my Grandmother and then one fine day she caught hold of me and forced two spoonful of a sour tangy fluid down my throat. Intimidated by her, I had no choice but to gulp that liquid down. She made me have it for a month on a daily basis and I felt the change and so did the others around me. My attendance at school was almost 100%; neither had I missed any of the sports meet-ups with my friends. In fact my family doctor paid me a visit to ensure if I was keeping fit since I had not taken an appointment with him for almost a month.
Surprised by this sudden improvement in my health, when my mother asked Grandmother what had she been giving me to drink; she plainly replied that it was only Amla juice. It is known to build up the immunity and also keeps hair and skin healthy due to its high Vitamin C content. My mother also recalled from her childhood memories that she was also given an amalgamation of amla and certain other ingredients by her mother which served as a major immunity booster. Then my grandmother took out a little handbook from her trunk which had the contents of Chyawanprash listed in it and both the ladies decided on preparing it. I was made to run the errand of fetching the ingredients from the market but I could not find them all at the store since most were ayurvedic herbs which are difficult to procure in a regular city. It was then that the shopkeeper got hold of my list and said that the Chyawanprash from Dabur already had those ingredients and many more. I made a thoughtful purchase and since then, everyone in my family has been taking Dabur Chyawanprash on a daily basis and our medical bills have gone down evidently.

The website https://www.liveveda.com/daburchyawanprash/has answers to all the queries on the product. Also all the facts stated about the efficacy of the product are based on pr-clinical trials. Dabur also came up with a sugarfree variant of the product for diabetics and for the nagging kids they have launched the mango and mixed flavours which offer a delicious blend of immunity for the kids. Healthy mind resides in a healthy body and instilling health in the young ones was never as easy with this concoction from Dabur.

Tuesday, October 14, 2014

Doosri Mulaqaat


Kabhi takaza hua sehar ka
Kabhi tapish ka kabhi  jalan ka
Kabhi raat  yun gehraayi
Chhip jane lagi parchhayi
Teri yaad ki karwaton
me ghul si gayi tanhayi
Saavan bhaaado ki risti chhappar
Ya jeth me lehakte gulmohar
Har gali shahar har sham pehar
Tere naam bhar par sab jata thehar
Kalbaisakh me jhoom uthe darakht
Aur roobaroo ho utha tere saath guzra waqt
Os ki boondein tera pratibimb banatin
Kirnon ki rangawali use jeewit kar jaatin
Pukar lo kabhi un parchhaiyon se
Ya un darakhton ki unchaiyon se
Na duniya se sarokaar,ab  naya hai kaarobar
Karte hain hum doosri mulaqaat ka intezaar



-M.Priyam 
14/10/14



Monday, June 23, 2014

MAN ON THE PYRE


(p.c. - http://images4.alphacoders.com )


I am a man on the pyre,
rethinking and resigning my desires
In the last bit
gathering all my wit,
Wrapped in the finest silk
they set me ablaze.
My thoughts get miasmatic
while the smoke from the pyre adds to the haze.
I lie on the stack of their prayers of solace
Though peace has done away with me
and my bits are running astray.
My memoirs still greasy with recollections
of times sane and insane
the umpteen journeys on trains
love and other drugs that had me tamed
and the confessions I admit to, now..
Yes.. I was the one to be blamed.
The futility of those hassles, I now realise
I wish I had acted a tad bit wise.
They used to say there’d be a light
That entraps and teleports one to the flipside
I see none,
May be since I am yet undone
With the sands and sun and rivers and plains
And that unfinished conversation between you and me
on why rainbows follow the rains.

Wednesday, April 23, 2014

KAAGAZ KI KASHTI

(p.c. - https://www.flickr.com/photos/51219744@N05/5435680283/?rb=1)

Monday, April 14, 2014

THEIR Confined Spaces





(P.C. -http://www.clipartof.com/portfolio/bnpdesignstudio/illustration/stick-kids-drawing-in-the-sand-1066965.html)
Grace these They(s)!
Cause they spoke Latin and
THEY spoke French.
Cause their choices were regular 
and too conformed to regular conformities
But then for THEM….choices THEY had none
THEY had desires…to not conform, not give up 
and not just live but LIVE.
They were inflicted upon by the shutterbugs and the buzz;
While THEYs remained deafened to the buzz and
The shutterbugs never bugged them.
They tried to mould THEY,
cast THEM into one of their own
Not that THEY were a rebel
THEY were too fond of they to do so
But then….THEY were ruled by hearts
Hearts not too be tamed
Not to be blamed;
Hearts that would ride away into the wilderness
And vanish only to be found
By the ones in THEIR Confined Spaces!


Thursday, November 21, 2013

MUSIC & OTHER DRUGS

The holocaust of thoughts,
the hymns of zenith and nadir.
Racing hallucinations and vertigos,
and deliriums from the dreams.
All bound to guide you to the stars
where the stallion’s fall and the stardust magic
are all sewed in to craft the fairy tale endings.
It might take a Rock Wretcher or a Tomorrowland
or just a snug corner with none by your side
to realise your love for the drug to keep you alive.
PHOTO COURTSEY -http://www.wearefrukt.com/source/brands-and-edm-boom

Saturday, October 12, 2013

Chulhe par Chadhi Chai ki Ketli


(Photo credits - http://photography.exposedout.net/2009/12/tea-stall/)


Chulhe par chadhi chai ki ketli
kabhi nukkad par nazar aayi
to kabhi train bus stationon par.
kabhi manzil par intezaar me mili
to kabhi musafiron ka maapa safar.

iski pendi par jami  kaalikh
jaane kitni hi kahaniyon ki khurchan hon;
Maano bhari dopahar ke mehfil ke kisson
Aur kisi ke alsaaye sham-saweron ka indhan hon.

Isme sikti chai ki tapish se
jaane kitne hi rishton ki neev gehrayi,
ya sirf isme aayi ek aayi ek ubaal ke saath
kisi kavi ki kalpana rachna me badal aayi.

aaj jab sham ki halki baarish me
gali ke chhor par ise us chai ki dukaan par dekha
to ek atrangi khwahish yahi jaagi
kaash main is ketli se nikalti bhaap
ki jubaan padh paati.


-M.Priyam