Prostitute

 We all know the general definition of who is a prostitute, but let us switch that gaze to where we stand.

When a person of position, rank, office, status, study, gender, physic, quality, attitude and many others, is taken advantage of, and made to surrender, and quietly agree for returns of money, power and other offers, a prostitute is made.

It is an everyday affair, let us see it happening around us in the open, we do not have to go to the red light district or lanes, to see bared legs and bosoms, and blame them for a living.

We in our silence and acceptance for a price or place are made to be what we abhor...A prostitute.  

A destroyer on the way

 The tooth is the strongest part in our body, if an eatable could cavitate it, it could possibly harm your heart, and rot your liver, ploughing its  way to other places.

The way from the mouth, to the heart and liver maybe long and tortuous, but lead it does.

Let us save them all with awareness, knowledge and by just saying "no" to sugar.  

I am a paperback

 I started out on a hill side moving with the breeze, misty mornings, chilly nights, until I got lost, to find myself in a paper factory.

The stages to and after were innumerable, impossible to figure if I was in or out, to finally be bound as a book after the prints within.

There I was stacked with others similar to me at the store, waiting to be shipped in trucks to destinations. A book keeper came along with lists, pulling out titles for dispatching.

His index and thumb fingers found me, and my journey as an individual began, I was covered  with layers of bubble pack and a brown paper, addressed, computer coded, and passed on to a courier.

After passing through many hands and places, I was finally handed over at a destination, and placed at a pedestal of notice.

It was evening when the master of the house arrived, I was ritually unboxed with care, precision and feel, after he was washed and clean.

The sight of the master and of the printed form within was a smile, either way.

After the initial excitement was over, a transparent sheet was wrapped around, with the help of scizzors and staplers,  to keep me safe and neat for the years to come.

On the top corner of the first page, my master puts his name in flowing style, and adds the date and year for remembrance.

Under the soft reading lights of the night, my pages are flipped with dignity, and I see emotions flow.

I become a part of his collection to be read for now and later, giving him different interpretations with his growing age, as he reads through Me.  

Cause and cure

 When the cause and cure for a disease are distant and far apart, there is a search, a study, and an answer, leading to saving human lives.

When the two are found at the same spot, after running around, playing hide and seek, through investigative journalism, we get to a state of being fooled, and a reason to suspect treason.

Both the words not only start with the same alphabet,"C" but sometimes end in the same  location of a charity bowl, or a high rise building in one of the famous money making streets.

Ailments were few when communities were living within their borders, following their practices, built by their ancestors. Then came colonising, cross border pass porting, acceptance of living along in harmony, cross cultural exchanges, still safe as long as our cultural ways were maintained.

When we lost our salt and soil to others hands, and let our minds get adulterated, with their ways of liberation, we lost our freedom, and with it our health, which is our wealth.

Now we have them promoting our methods to us, as if they researched and discovered it in their white coated labs.

Then came explosive folks,with exploiting nature, who made themselves powerful, and destructive to innocent trusting ones.

The cause and cure rested in their hands playing games.

Search you can find them all around, but first check if you are one of them.

Godliness within us

 There are two temples to Anjana's son, Lord Hanuman, near our village, a distance of one km between them, the disciples of one reach upto the other, during the crowded festival times, seeking blessings.

Of all the deities in the Hindu Pantheon, there is a speciality to Lord Hanuman.

He was a brave and courageous warrior filled with valour, to lead an army and take on the might of the Lankan forces, across the open sea.

He possessed a body of steel, sturdy and mighty, to lift a mountain of secret hidden herbs, to save a life.

He had the mind of an ambassador, sharp and witty, to tackle the cunningness of the Lankan King.

Inspite of all this, he was a humble devotee to the Lord of existence in human form, Rama.

A rarity in all the worlds, brought down in an epic, in our land.

We go to his temple, to surface from within us such traits, to live in this world, and attain salvation, for now or for later.

It is a pity we find ourselves trading gifts to win, transport, housing, business, honour, prestige, exams, postings and cheap stakes at his temple, through the priests who are paid for by the gathering. (I talked with one of them, these are the requests, and he adds them in the mantras, for a price)

If one trait is present in us at certain moments, the others are bound to follow with devotion, prayers, compassion, love and hard work.

Who knows the God may find the Godliness in you.  

Mandatory

 Anything that is mandatory should be changed to womandatory.

Mandatory is no questions, you should do what you are told, and no exemptions,  

Womandatory is just the opposite, ask questions, clarify, think it over , talk with your friends, relatives and family.

THEN MAKE A DECISION.

A teaspoon of prevention is better than a sack load of cure.

 Of all the inventions brought on by man in the food industry, the one on the top is white sugar, everything else is only secondary to it.

To make man take his nutrients, Mother Nature in her creativity added sweetness to her colourful range of fruits, along with a variety of tastes and shapes, to suit with the seasons and geographic sites.

Man in his present cunningness has removed just the sweetness and discarded the rest, retaining pictures of the colours and curves, for illustrations on cartons and packages, of his cooked cookies.

The bitterness of white sugar is a topic which in a generation to come, many may take up for thesis study, how we got duped into accepting it as a nutrient, with no value.

White sugar is sucrose, which is half glucose half fructose. High and quick absorption of glucose brings on diabetes mellitus, fructose with no fibre brings on fatty liver, insulin resistance, and metabolic syndrome.

It is a pity, we in this profession are kept away from secrets of this kind, but brought in to handle the curing of ailments which trigger them.

I remember in our grannies house, a child was refusing a breakfast of idies and sambar, the lady of the house got some white sugar, mixed a few spoons into the sambar, like magic the breakfast was over.

Every one is an individual as far as health is considered, we cannot inherit, acquire, steal, save or pass it on, it is an everyday awareness.

We have had wonderful masters to teach, may we pass it on, but first practice it on ourselves.