Healthier India!!!


I was born at a time when the fast food culture hadn’t really kicked into the food system of India. Domino’s, pizza hut and McDonalds were words that were alien to us in our young age. I remember, when we used to be taken to these hospitals and were administered the Polio vaccines and other various shots to prevent any disease to catch us, when we were young, it was this time when “Do boond Zindagi ke” campaign by Amitabh Bachchan really took off.You could see those big posters almost everywhere you set your eyes too. Be it the moving buses, the unpainted walls of the city, auto-rickshaws, every commercial break showed his plea to the nation at least twice. That is when the awareness started growing among the people. The importance of the youth in India. How important it was for the present kids to stay safe and be healthy. I remember the time when early morning our mother used to dress me and my sister up for school and made sure we each scooped a spoon of Dabur Chyawanprash, no mater how much cringed. We were not allowed to step out of the house without the customary chyawanprash. After a while the cringing stopped and it became a routine, we became accustomed to the taste of the bitter-sweet thing and often looked up for newer, maybe tastier versions of it. It was probably later on in our years that we saw Shahrukh Khan fighting wielding a sword and fighting along, his powers coming from the Sona-Chandi Dabur Chyawanprash and we used to beg our mothers to get the new box, because it came in a swanky looking container. Even today one can visit any household and see atleast 3-4 containers of Dabur Chyawanprash and realize how important it was for our families to protect the young and to make sure they always remained healthy A healthy child will only grow up to become the youth of the nation which will propel the nation forward and make the dreams of our forefathers come true.

To build a healthier, stronger and a better immune India, more focus has to be given to the people who have been residing in towns and villages. They need to be educated of the importance  of the young kids and they need to be told that a better and immune kid will help them in the future only, for the poor, their family comes first and the nation second. Properly administered vaccines at proper time intervals should be ensured, for if a child is bereft of chronic illnesses at a young age, only then will he grow up to be a part of the Better and Healthier India. The needs of the various segments of society also need to be looked after, as when one is free from shackles of his own burden, he will rise. The abuse among young also need to be stopped. Every other day, we with out morning tea  and a newspaper in hand read about the a child being sexually abused or being freed from the harsh world of child labour, we contempt such actions sitting in our verandah and after the tea is finished we get back to our own business, and forget about it. There is only so much blame that we can put the government on, there comes a time when the people of India need to stark taking actions and this wont happen with me typing away the problems of children of India, it wont happen with complaining about the government not doing anything whilst sitting in our air conditioned rooms, nor will it happen with reading such posts and thinking yes we can do. Instead progress will only happen when we get off our chairs and atleast initiate what we think is right and what will make the kids and infants of today healthier and immune for a better India.

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Blood~Haiku


Tired of the world

she opens the gate of life

and blood pours out.

~~~

Work is to pump blood,

aches for the various

emotions instead.

~~~

A jealous rage

over centuries of war

each demands only blood.

A silent companion


Walking along a  silent road, leaves have astray, street lights still on and heavy fog is adorning the paved street. I look to my left, and see my wife walking along with me. I smile at her, she smiles back. Talking about our favourite topics we walk on and return back to our home. Opening the door, my eyes fall on the wall in front of me and I am shocked. A photo of my wife is hanging there with a garland across. I go weak in my knees and take the help of the door to stand. Disturbed by the image, I move towards the wall and read the inscription below her photo “Beloved Jaya. You’ll always remain in our hearts forever. May 1 1975- October 1 2009”. Was my walk an illusion?

Straight from the heart.


There will come a morning, a chilly winter morning, you, covered up in your warm fuzzy blankets, your body refusing to get up and your mind knowing it has to get up will listen to the body instead and you’ll just lay there, in that comfort, in that warm area clutching a pillow tightly to your heart and out of the blue, you’ll be reminded. Reminded of the person who you once so dearly loved, the one who you cared so much about, the one who you thought was made for you and then you’ll start to miss them. Their words, their voice during the calls, that beautiful smile which laced her face when you cracked a stupid joke. You’ll switch on your computer, log on to your FaceBook page and start to look that person up. Your heart beats loudly as the page loads and you start to go through their pictures and wall-feeds. While going through the timeline, you’ll read something that will make you close your eyes instantly and make you wish that you could just reverse your life for a few mins and wish you hadn’t read that. You’ll just sit their blankly reading the words again and again, knowing fully that each time you read them, you die a little inside. You won’t know how you will deal with yourself and curse yourself for evening opening her facebook page. But you did give into that sweet little temptation. And so you start blaming, her, yourself, god and everything that comes to your mind. You start asking questions to yourself. You did not love her enough? She did not love you enough? It was all fake from her? and so on and so forth. The questions continue and so does the intense turmoil inside you. You go through a seething amount of pain, and somehow you wished it were a physical pain, because it would be easier to deal with. Because then your heart and your feelings wouldn’t be fucking around your whole body, it would just be one spot through which the blood is running out and that is something you can stop. but you cannot stop the constant questions and the feelings along with them. They just prop out of nowhere to mess with you and you cannot do anything but be messed up.

 

Lights.


This post has been published by me as a part of the Blog-a-Ton 43; the forty-third edition of the online marathon of Bloggers; where we decide and we write. To be part of the next edition, visit and start following Blog-a-Ton. The theme for the month is “LIGHT”

 

He was told, on the night of diwali his one wish would come true. On this festival of lights,  the only thing this eight year old boy asked was to go deaf. So he would not be able to hear the constant shouting matches between his parents and pretend that his was a happy family.

 

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