FORMULA OF 80 – TO PREVENT HEART ATTACK

                                HEALTH TIP

   FORMULA OF 80 – TO PREVENT HEART ATTACK BEFORE 80

{FORMULATED BY ONE OF THE RENOWNED CARDIOLOGIST OF DELHI, INDIA}

·       Keep lower blood pressure, bad cholesterol, resting heart rate, fasting sugar and abdominal girth {waist line} levels all less than 80.

·       Keep kidney and lung function more than 80%.

·       Engage in recommended amounts of physical activity {moderately strenuous} per week. Walk for 80 minutes in a day. Walk briskly for 80 minutes in a week with a speed of 80 steps per minute.

·       Eat less and not more than 80gm or ml of caloric food each meal. Follow a healthy diet, high fiber and fruits, low saturated fats, zero trans fats, low refined carbohydrate {white rice, maida and white sugar}, low salts.

·       Observe cereal fast for 80 days in a year.

·       Spend 80 minutes with yourself each day.

·       Do 80 cycles of pranayama in a day.

·       Clap continuously 80 times in a day.

·       Stay away from noise pollution of > 80 db.

·       Do not smoke or get ready to spit out Rs 80,000 for treatment.

·       Those who want to drink do not want to stop and there is no contradiction, limit alcohol use to no more than 80 ml per day for men {50% for women} or 80 grams per week. 10 grams of alcohol is present in 30 ml of 80 proof liquor.

The Runaway bride

                          The Runaway bride

Love marriage is still a big proscribed in most of the Indian families. And for centuries there generation have mated with the partner chosen by their elders and so the same heritage is carried in their kids and then their kids.

This would be very difficult to digest for the western part of the hemisphere that we Indians do arrange marriage. But as the time is changing, some families have become flexible for the choices of their kids, even if it is the inter-caste marriage, but few strict to their age old family tradition and from them are born the fables of great revolts.

 The war of love is sometimes fought openly with pump of adrenalin, ending mostly in bloody debacles, but there are few smart ones who know the great battles can only be won by keeping their cards close to their chest and only revealing when the time is appropriate. Strike when the iron is hot, but before that keep the heat on.

Prologue

“Oh, my god. She speaks so fast”, is the first thing that you notice when you first meet this seemingly innocent girl. Lean lithe, 5’3” stature and high cheek bones.

The girl is one of the three siblings, having one elder sister and one younger brother. She has a very strict father and very docile mother who always take side of her husband irrespective of the fact weather he is correct or erroneous. And this has been very frustrating for her since the childhood as her life have been shadowed under her father magnanimous image and if she sometimes wanted to revolt, no one in the whole big family took her side. She was brought up feeling the loneliness.

It was only when she reached the college that for the first time she could breathe the fresh air, away from her home and enjoying independence as she enrolled herself for the hostel facility. But her void of loneliness was only filled when she fell in love with the boy of Neighbourhood College. Things started with as a fling on facebook and gradually thing became serious and now both became madly and deeply in love with each other.

 The good time flies away very fast and so their college days ended and it was time to face the real life. The boy was a Marathi Brahmin and native of Mumbai. After completing his studies he joined his father business. The girl on other hand was a Sharma Brahmin of Delhi who according to her father could only marry in her own caste Brahmin and no one else.  Girl stayed in Delhi but long distance love continued.

Unfortunately the boy’s father died due to heart attack and since being the only son the whole responsibility of the family dropped on his shoulder. It took some time for him to get out of the shock and settle himself and he did in a mature manner, proving his credentials to be a good and responsible husband material, which every parent would want for their daughter. The girl choice for his future groom was not at all off beam.

The hell broke loose on the young couple when the girl’s elder sister got married and his father started groom hunting for her in his own caste. But our girl is smart and good in combat strategy and started to make the iron hot, really very hot. All she did was run, run and run.

RUN, RUN AND RUN

The girl was a MBA and she opted for the job away from home. She went to Shimla first, then to Calcutta, followed by Orissa, Mumbai and finally Punjab. She got opportunity to come back to Delhi but she never opt it and made the strategy to be away from home as returning home will fuel his father groom hunting in the fast and furious gear.

One time after many months when she came home, her father took her by complete surprise. The very next day of her arrival she had a rendezvous with boy chosen by his father according to his golden standards. She couldn’t believe and when the feeling finally sink in she maintained her calm and came up with a backup plan.

Next day when the boy along with his family showed up at their door, the girl was in best of her behavior. When after the initial greetings the girl got the private time with the boy, she came in her true colors. She asked the boy, whether she was serious about the marriage stuff, because she is kinda believer of the live – in relationship things, no commitment only fun.

She also asked him whether or not he is ambitious to get settle out abroad, because she is and in case if the family posed any hurdle in her dream plan when the opportunity strikes her door, she would leave the family not her dream.

The boy was petrified to his spine. His pupils were dilated and his jaw dropped. Soon the boy and girl’s mother joined them and the girl returned in her decent family oriented type. The boy was confused what was happening. The girl appeared to be one man circus driving him crazy. They left and the girl was relieved.

The things didn’t work up of course and the bride ran way. There was one more such boy girl meeting took place, the boy was in the government job and was the denizen of Gujarat. The boy volunteered to meet the girl where she was putting up in case she couldn’t come home because of her strict job norms of no casual leave.

That time the girl was in Punjab and the boy from Gujarat made an excursion to the green fields of Punjab. The dad wasn’t giving up so was his girl, after all she inherited obstinacy from his father.

The boy met the girl; the first look deciphered him to be rustic and nerd. Definitely she wasn’t going to spend her life with him. She didn’t give the boy prospect to talk a word and started bragging about her, the fables about her bad habits like smoking, drinking, night outs with boys in bars and discs, etc etc, which in her whole life never ever tried.

Finally, she asked the boy whether he wants to marry her, he can, but she can’t be one man girl ever. So in case he is comfortable with her having flings after marriage he should then only say yes to her father, and in case he refuses it would be fine for her, but should never ever reveal what she told him about her life to anyone or she would ask her ex- boyfriend who happen to be a goon to deal with him.

In the whole boy- girl meeting the boy didn’t utter a single word and left perspiring and palpating.

On other hand girl’s father was restless why on the earth he couldn’t find a suitable match for her. The boy- girl meeting was getting too much for the girl, she couldn’t take anymore and therefore she designed a way out. She stared to bribe her younger brother that whenever their dad ask him to e-mail her profile to the so called dad found suitable match for her, he would make sure it never ever leaves their mile box.

She fetched out one fourth of her salary to tie up the deal.

Her father is confused what’s happening, why the wedding bells are not ringing for her daughter. He is running from pillar to post with the horoscope of his girl to different renowned astrologers of Delhi, doing charity and visiting holy places and pilgrimages, just to get the blessings of different demi-gods to fulfill his one and only wish.

The girl is busy making the iron hot, hotter and hottest, the process goes on till it’s ready to strike. But till then heat it up.

PERSONALITY TRAITS OF GIRL

Wits – the outer corner of eyes pointing upwards, broad forehead, broad chin

Obstinacy – chin pointing forward

Secretive – small eyes

Observation – well marked supra-cillary ridges

Imitation/ thespian qualities – nose pointing downwards, wide distance between the perpendicular lines running from nose to upper lip

Amative/qualities being in love – fullness and moisture of center of upper lip

Lack of hospitality – sucked in cheeks

Optimistic, hopeful – broad and well formed nasal septum

LAST MINUTE addition

This morning, very this morning I came to know that one of my good friend is getting married and instead of being happy, I am really sad, in fact pissed off, because she is not marrying the man of her dreams because of the same age old inter-caste taboo, but instead a boy which her parents choose for her. Though he in every worldly statistics is better than the man she chose for herself but he is not the love of her life. She is giving in for the wishes of her parents at the same time popping in anti –depressant drugs.

So, I really don’t know whether the protagonist girl is doing right or wrong fooling around with her father to get the love of her life. My conscientiousness fails to decide, so I don’t really know.

       

MORAL

Whatever happens, there is always going to be a reason,

Sometimes it’s end happy, sometimes it’s treason.

THE INDIAN TONGUE

                      THE INDIAN TONGUE  

Centuries ago Charles Darwin gave the theory of survival of the fittest, which still comes as the ten marks detail question in sixth grade examination. And for ages we have memorized the example of giraffe and written in our answer sheet.

My research made me come up with other example of the most adaptable and fittest evolution of the modern times and that is the Indian tongue.

Any accent from any part of the world may be the bushman’s monosyllabic tic-tocs or heavy nasal thongs of Celt or just being simply Americans, we enunciate better than its actual owner. Our tongue is our proud asset.

MY TONGUE'S STORY

This gifted part of the body doesn't automatically starts its work, it requires years for perfection, precision and perseverance before it could make to deliver the result of excellence. Everyone have their reason to polish their tongue, like getting a job into BPO, dealing with foreign clientele, frequent foreign trips and on and on.

And since I have also been questioned again and again on the accent delivered by the locomotive action of my tongue, giving it a serious thought for a while I traced back to a series of events that lead to the evolution of my tongue.

WHEN AND WHERE

Back in year 1999, I was in ninth grade of Manav Sthali school and had a tongue more Indian than I have now, in fact very very Indian, as I spoke purest form of the language Hindi, moreover was highest scorer in this language and always competing for inter school Hindi debates and winning few. 

I won’t be bragging if I humbly mention that I was an asset for Hindi department of the school, bringing laurels and adding winning feather to their robin-hood cap.

I was also famous among my peer as I entertained them with gold quality pure Hindi words used in the ancient time and not for one single time tainting it with any other language vocabulary. They listen to me in awe. My popularity rose and while walking in the corridors of school I could sense being pointed and talked about and occasionally I was stopped and asked to deliver few fancy inciting words of the language. 

For two years it went around like this. It was in year 2001, that my tryst with the heavy accent American style English begin which till date refuses to desert my tongue musculature, irrespective of the fact how hard I try.

There was this English teacher in our school who had the record of delivering excellence in the boards result as well as the inter school debate or extempore. She was strict, hard core and her mere looks incited the fears in the heart of her pupils. She always had her ways around and the English debaters of the school find it difficult to work with her. 

Unaware of all these facts, one fine morning I was summoned by her. I walked to her chamber casually, greeted her and sat there talking to her face to face.

I was surprised at first, that the teacher of such excellent English credentials have no business to do with me, especially me, but when she spoke her mind I was petrified till my spine.

TONGUE TWISTER DAYS

She offered to be my teacher, she was actually my teacher but what she meant was that she wanted to train me for a very renowned inter- school English debate competition. She heard me many times in morning assembly delivering speeches of Hindi and she told me that she really liked me and was interested to work with me.

I told her that I have never done that before and she is risking much for her reputation relaying on me for the renowned competition. She said that she wanted to experiment if I say yes to her.

So for the next whole month started my vigorous training under her. Before meeting her I thought that all the things talked about her were mere rumors but it was only the close contact that made me taste the poison, I myself order for in the name of adventure. 

My day started with twisting my tongue with the heavy American accent, big never ending English words and my day ended with correction of my speech. Trillions times I wrote that speech, but she was never impressed and finally she decided to write for me and what she wrote appeared Latin, worse I have to cram it.

I was her shadow for whole day for whole month following her where ever she went and at night it was her turn to shadow me in my dreams. Hatred, anger, fear, sadness, tears, melancholy, and malice all these emotions overflowed in me.

 All I did whole day bunking my regular classes, was making my tongue American. 

In the restroom, in bathroom, in the library, in empty school room, in the corridors, the echo of my voice was heard. I was practically everywhere and people saw me with sympathizing eyes. I was a mess any my tongue was paying the huge price and I feared I was losing my mojo of Hindi language.  

TRAITS OF MY TEACHER- PHRENOLOGY

 Dominating – convex nose, tight upper lip

Perfection – long nose, tip pointing downwards, well curved nasal ale

 Optimism – well formed nasal septum

Strictness – tight upper lip and lack of fullness of lower lip, sucked in cheeks 

Obstinate - protruding chin

Precision – deep seated inner corner of eyes

Observation – well formed supra-cillary ridges {bones beneath the eyebrows}

Conscientiousness – broad chin

Good memory – broad forehead

Linguistic skills – big and shiny eyes

Management skills – horizontal wrinkles on the forehead

THE JUDGEMENT DAY

The wait ended and there came the day to test my true mantle. I was tense, perspiring and palpating. 

She could sense my nervousness. We didn’t talk that morning and neither had she asked me to rehearse the speech in front of her. We reached the venue and the great silence prevailed between us. It was more unnerving to consider it the silence before the tsunami.

And the moment we were waiting for finally came and my name was announced. I took a deep breath and got up from my seat and was about to walk that she held my hand and for the first time since morning she spoke, “good luck”. I just smiled back.

My speech started good, my confidence was awesome, my tongue was American and my teacher sitting in front of me was Medusa {mythological serpent hair lady who by her mere look turn her onlooker into stone}, a lethal winning combination which could never ever fail.

I started with a bang {surprisingly}, I was going with a bang {again surprisingly} but suddenly there was a bang {unfortunately}. Somebody coughed in the hall and all the well crammed matter in my grey cells vaporized in thin air and my American tongue begin to stammer. I thought I would win when I started but at that moment I was sure that I lost the chase.

I saw my teacher from the podium. She sat there with no emotions at all. I took a deep breath and somehow completed my speech.

 There was no need to wait for the result as it was quite well evident for me and both us were not curious at all to know who won it. We walked out of the hall and begin our journey back to school. The morning silence still prevailed between us. We reached the school. I looked at her before departing. She looked me in eyes and asked me to meet her tomorrow. I nodded and left.

I couldn’t sleep that night. Next morning I went to meet her in her chamber. She asked me to sit. Before she could start speaking I started the interpolation of my well rehearsed dramatic apology speech.

She cut me in between my words and said that she was not disappointed as I tried very hard. And then she told me something that I wasn’t expecting to hear, a dark secret.  

She said,” I choose you because I didn't have any options as no other student was ready to work with me may be because of my strict ways. Before you I called many, but everyone turned it down stating one or other reason. I have seen your performance in the morning assembly and thought why not train an amateur for a change. You worked really hard and I really appreciate your zeal and patience to tolerate my rough calls.  I know you will miss me and thank me one day.”

My head was spinning and I was just hearing without understanding. I left the room and thanked god for saving me from any kind of chastisement and rest of the things I didn’t feel to decipher that day.

AFTER – EFFECTS

I totally lost my Hindi mojo but at same time acquired a phiringi {foreign} tongue which made me a rock and roll in the college and every time without auditions I was the first choice to represent my college for an inter-college debates . 

Since that English debate debacle I haven’t lost any debate till now in my life. 

Guru is always a guru, who is there to teach us something or the other to deal with the life, difference lies in their signature style. But the base line is that we learn.

She was actually right. Every time I won any English debate I think about her for couple of seconds and then thank her from core of my heart.

MORAL

Quoting lines from Sukhmani sahib

“Gyan anjan guru diya,

Agyan andher vinash.

Har kripa te sant bhateya,

Nanak man pargas”

Meaning – 

the knowledge given by my guru have enlightened my heart and destroyed all darkness surrounding me. And I am thankful to merciful god for making me meet such a guru.