Choosing The Right Product Is Synonymous To Caring

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Does your baby laugh while you massage the right legs and gets irritated if you do not start on the left soon enough. If not then definitely you are not using the right oil that makes the baby happy. After all laughing and crying are the only two expressions an infant has mastered and therefore with the slightest feeling of discomfort a cry emancipates.

But that is the baby, whose happiness and anxiety doesn't last for long. But when parents get worried about some ailment of their baby, the anxiety seems to last for days and nights at end.

Once upon a time when a baby was born in the family and the doctor said one of the legs was slightly not normal and could have trouble while walking. That statement of the doctor devastated the parents as well as the extended family. But the doctor added that some therapeutic treatments if started early will cure this before the time comes for walking. This was a bright ray of hope but ever body was over anxious to see that time arrive.

The only therapy that could be applied to a new born is oil massage. This is the time when the goodness in natural oils comes to our rescue and creates wonders in the development of the baby’s bone and muscle. Mother Nature’s garden is abundant with fruits, vegetables, roots and seeds that when harnessed and extracted to create oil could provide remedy to almost every ailment. All we need is to select the right kind of oil for our cure or the combination of a few. This is the time when products like Dabur Baby Massage Oil come to the rescue and the baby turns into an active child running around the house to the great relieve of the family.

Almond oil for example provides a natural remedy for dark spots by clearing away the dead skin cells, while avocado oil gives the much needed omega-3 fatty acids and antioxidants. Argan oil on the other hand is packed essential fatty acids along with vitamin E, making it a great moisturiser. Our common coconut oil is packed with protein and has antibacterial properties along with other advantages. Bacteria do not stand a chance with the sesame oil. And the list goes on with the other great ingredients like Olive oil, Castor oil, Aloe vera, Arnica, Carrot Seeds, so on and so forth. Each one of these oils has their own good effect but care should be taken not to use nut extracted oils for one with nut allergy.

We tend to think that life was much better during the time of home remedies by our grandmother and great grandmothers. This knowledge and the know-how were available within the family and passed down from generations after generation. But with the pressure of urbanization and industrialization of our society this age-old technique of home remedy is facing extinction. We are instead left to the mercy of either local quacks or the unscrupulous manufacturer who deceive the vulnerable for their own profits.

But thank to people like Doctor Burman, we still get products that we can trust. After all we do not want to put our little angels in the harm’s way.

Ana and Ron

Ana has grown up in the outskirts of mega city within a satellite family with no other siblings. Like most of the family living in the fringe of solvency, her father went out to work every morning while mother looked after the household. She, since early childhood got comfortable spending time alone talking and playing with her soft toys. The mice friends were the closest of all. Mickey and Mini even went to the bed with her when she was desperate for a hug. Destiny had dealt double blows on her and left her to grow up with a step mother and two of her step sisters.

Her husband left this world when her youth was still blooming and the step mother had spent most of her days alone struggling to get back the comfort if her childhood dreams. She whined as she took care of her two daughters, while desperately looking for a soul mate to share her responsibility. Ana’s father brought new joy in her life but her fate played another cruel joke. She was now left with three daughters to look after. Three stunningly pretty girls.

Ana despised doing the lion share of household chores but she felt her stepmother’s pain, which gave her the strength to carry on. Other than being a very pretty young woman, Ana was soft spoken, kind hearted and quite attached to her step mother. Her mother to her was not a cruel at the core but one who got weathered on the outside withstanding unrealized dreams.

Few weeks after they met, handsome, educated and successful professional, Ron came home to ask for Ana’s hand and invite her to his house. The stepmother, though slightly sad for her own daughters not being able to find suitors, was still visibly happy for her step daughter.

She said with all sincerity, “Ronbir, you and Anita will make a wonderful pair. I wish you a very happy life of togetherness.”  They went out and had some wonderful moments together. It was a scene that seemed to be plucked from the last page of any Disney princess story.

 As they had love’s first kiss, she did not feel electric current run through her body. She did not feel the urge to continue or do that again. She said, “Ron, though I love you for who you are, I do not think that I will be able to spend rest of my life as your wife.”

Living all these years cuddled up together without the scent of a man has had its toll on her senses. Her body probably developed a liking that is not normal till yesterday. But today the world has changed and the courts have ruled in.....that is not abnormal any-more.

And they lived happily ever after in their worlds and in the company of the woman of their love!

Linking with What if Cinderella was ugly, yet virtous kind and courageous? And her Step Sisters were pretty and yet ruthless and mean? Whom would the prince choose? #Cinderellawithatwist

Say it with Honey!

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Temptation, thy name is food. This leaves us with the challenge to challenge our tongues with tough challenges. Nobody can undermine the power of the tongue as uttering the wrong word or eating the wrong food would invariably end up in social or physical hara-kiri. But the irony of the life of us lesser mortals is that whatever food that tastes good turns out to be not healthy. We are faced with a situation similar to that of the proverbial monkeys alibi a little difference....  see no food, hear no food and eat no food.

We are afraid to bet our paunch less bodies and dig into the delicious buffet spreads as we have many an example of those who did otherwise. Our outlook however changes with the advent of the first sign of tyre in the mid zone of our bodies, so to say our Madhya Pradesh. Initially we are high on the confidence level that we will get rid of the extras with some magic crash diets of protein or zero carbohydrate or by skipping of one meal every day.

But without the intended results nowhere in the horizon, we soon bite our tongue and the realization dons that it is rather easier though than done. It does more harm than good depriving our bodies of the vital nutrients in the process. Doctors believe that crash diets are based on false interpretation of theories and rapid weight loss can actually slow down the metabolism leading to weight gain in the near future. On one hand it has the potential to weaken our immune system exposing us to risks of variety of diseases and on the other hand makes us emotionally weak prone to depression, moodiness and irritability.

But why take it to that extent? The nature has given us a bounty to choose from and some of those have near magical power. We need to do is to develop our taste within and around those elements and maintain a healthy balanced diet. One such product that is easily available in all parts of the world is the honey.We have its references in our early scriptures while physical evidences of its use have been discovered in the ancient Egyptian tombs.

A table spoon of this golden liquid when built into our daily diet brings in culinary delights along with many a medicinal benefit. According to the National Honey Board of USA, a table spoon full of honey contains 64 calories and it is cholesterol-free, fat-free and sodium-free with no amino acids. This could be used in a variety of ways to bring taste, interest and diversity to our menus.

Bernard Shaw once said “there is no sincerer love than the love for food”.  It is almost certain that we would be tempted to indulge into other niceties. Our motto should be to “do it in moderation” and followed by adequate exercise over the next days.

The Fact of the Matter

This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda.

There is one thing in common among young hostel boarders and particularly for those from engineering college. They have spent hours debating, arguing and fighting on topics ranging from anything to everything on their tryst to establish a point of views. The walls of our hostel rooms have witnessed countless ideas, arguments and logic wash down the drain by gallons of coloured liquids be it tea, coffee or hardcore alcoholic drinks. There were some who built their arguments on solid foundation of references and statistics. But my way of life is more like Winnie and always find more fun to talk with someone who doesn't use long, difficult words but rather short, easy words like "What about lunch?” ( A.A. Milne, Winnie-the-Pooh).

One of the live issues had been India’s post independence growth and development alibi our successive government’s inability to alleviate the conditions of poor. My point of view has always been that it is not so much the politicians that failed us as our bureaucrats and technocrats. The fascination for being an engineering or medical professional has deprived our country of the much needed social thinkers and planners. This resulted in partial if not complete failure in achieving what we ought to have achieved through our five year plans. I acknowledge that we needed to achieve a lot and had to reach out to all corners of the country. Retrospectively we should have asked ourselves “how do you eat an elephant?” No offence meant to the elephant and planned accordingly.

We have miserably failed to connect our villages to the cities creating opportunity for those opportunist middlemen to take advantage of farmers and producers. When we did built the highways, we let our government run public works departments to do it leading to another round of corruption for lack of appropriate checks and balances. The right way would have been to let the private entities built and maintain our highways while PWD monitor those, thus having two party accountable for this rather than none. Unfortunately 68 years down the line, we are still struggling to connect our people.

Another interesting but universal fact is that this world is very cruel. Everything that we love and enjoy turns up being injurious to our health and existence. People often get pestered by their spouses to stop this, stop that or do this, don’t do that and more often than none transforming the better halves into bitter halves. The resultant effect is that people break their resolution in the same speed as they make those and creating more problems than solutions. My point of view is doing things in moderation. Live a life with a balanced approach to work, exercise, eating healthy or junk food, or consuming alcoholic drinks. This will take relationship to the next level.

It’s not all that will agree with my opinion, they never did and some might ask me to shut up but I will end this reminding what a young girl had once said. “People can tell you to keep your mouth shut, but that doesn't stop you from having your own opinion.” 
― Anne Frank, The Diary of a Young Girl

Slavery - It's a Present Continuous Tense

This week I read the news story of a Burmese man called Myint Naing who got reunited with his family after 22 long years. He had been tricked by a broker offering a job in Thailand in 1993, when he was only 19 years old and desperate for money. But instead he ended up being sold to become one of the approximately 200,000 slaves working in the Asian fishing industry.

His escape brought back memories of a book named Papillon, which narrated an enduring escape story from Devil’s Island in French Guiana by a convict called Henri Charriere. The escape of Myint from his captivators must have been no less daring. But he was neither a convict nor will he be able to make millions selling the rights of his story. Despite that Myint is luckier than those left behind.

Slavery is not new to this world and African slave trade is one such example, where people were caught, herded as cattle to be bought and sold as slaves to the western households and farms.  The Church of England issued an apology for their role in slavery ahead of commemorations of the 200th anniversary of the Slave Trade Act of 1807, which abolished slave trade in England.

"The profits from the slave trade were part of the bedrock of our country's industrial development," Thomas Butler, the bishop of Southwark, said in a speech before the vote. "Many people and institutions in every part of the country were complicit in the transatlantic slave trade; and I have to say that this includes the Church of England."

Even as this system was being abolished, it ensured that interests of slave owners were not undermined.  http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/uk_news/4694896.stm  As the slaves were liberated in 1833, compensation was paid to owners and not to slaves. In one case, the bishop of Exeter and three business colleagues received handsome payments of nearly £13,000 for 665 slaves they had to free.

While the Dutch, Spanish, Portuguese, English and French slave traders were often brutal, they were not always working alone — many Africans were also complicit in this victimization.

Why did I bring up this subject?  Well the answer lies in Myint’s story. http://www.independent.co.uk/news/world/asia/former-slave-myint-naing-reunited-with-his-family-after-22-years-at-sea-10359536.html   Many of the companies where people like Myint have to work rely on slaves to supply fish to the USA, Europe and Japan. To keep the prices affordable in the developed nations these men work for up to 24 hours a day and have to survive on boiled sea water and bit of rice.

Many flung themselves overboard rather than keep living as slaves.

Slavery was Then and it still exists Now. It will continue to do so till people remain poor and vulnerable while their governments remain selfish caring for the benefits of the leaders.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/19th_century

My 6 Word nano-tale

Careful; Framed  picture could also slip!

Ernest Hemingway had once wrote a story in just six words (“For sale: baby shoes, never worn.”). That is a nano-tale and he is said to have called it his best work. The one above is my humble effort to be creative with words and picture for a 6 words nano-tale.

Life Of A Blogger

This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda.

I heard enough about the terrible Life of a poet not to venture into that foray. They are challenged with finding an audience and start losing friends as soon as they start reciting for them. The richer of the tribes throw parties with the hope of gaining a platform to showcase the talent but free food and drinks goes only so far. The artist feels helpless, while others see you as a menace... a threat to the society.

I was not aware that similar fate is destined for bloggers till I had one of my own. When I discovered the world of blogging, I said "now I have a place to showcase my creativity.”  I set one up and started filling in the pages but the eyeballs to appreciate those were missing. The Blogging portals brought a glimmer of hope to the budding writers as they developed a community with like minded people. The trouble is that a selected few are interested in other’s writing. The community operate on a plain and simple philosophy, which is "you scratch my back and I will scratch yours”.

I thought why can’t this world have those kind hearted benevolent folks of  Facebook who will “like” anything and everything that is posted as long as it do not exceed a few lines. I start to participate in all competitions pinning my hope not so much on winning but on the guarantee that at least the judges will take the pain to read my posts. For me that was one confirmed reader and it turned into a routine … all in a day’s work. It perfectly matched Hero Honda bike’s punch line… fill it, shut it and forget it!

Last Thursday I received an email announcing I have won a contest. Firstly it was a state of disbelief and as I was not expecting a result. Adrenal was not running high in my veins nor was I prepared to do palms on the cheek winner act the way the beauty pageants are trained to do.

I went back to the website, verified, confirmed and reconfirmed. Did the “pinch on arm” test to check I was actually awake and uttered.... "OMG, it’s true. I informed my family and went on to ask my daughter, a second grader... "Are you proud of your dad?" She said “yes I am” though I was pretty sure she did not understand much. Once the excitement sank in, I said “this is a watershed moment in my blogging career. This is now going to fly.” While the future reality remains to be seen, this is definitely is an inspiring career high point.

Through this post I convey my thanks and gratitude to the organizers and the judges.

The Winners were announced here Winner Announcement – Parachute Advansed Aromatherapy Oil #SlowDownZindagi Activity! And I am at number 9.

The competition was organized by Blogadda and could be found at http://blog.blogadda.com/2015/03/12/de-stress-and-slowdownzindagi-with-parachute-and-blogadda and my winning contribution can be read at

http://sumandebray.blogspot.in/2015/03/stress-deducted-at-source.html