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Healthy Childhood

Oft quoted and more oft ignored is the age old saying Health is Wealth. In our constant search for tangible returns, health is pushed to a distant second to the creature comforts that money can buy.

Healthy living was a practised way of life. eating healthy, breathing healthy, excercising was a part of life. some where down the line, shortcuts were used. The same food were made with frozen food, vegetables grown with pesticides, excercises were substituted by the idiot box, breathing healthy took a back seat to plain gasping for breath. and health took a toll.


When I was younger, and that was a long time ago, supplements were taken only as a measure to aid the natural immunity of the body. Even then, I remember sitting on my grandfather’s knee after dinner with my little spoon in my hand waiting for my spoon full of chavanaprash- a tasty black jelly that smelt of herbs and roots and tasted heavenly. The gooey gel would be religiously licked clean from the spoon and lips would be smacked in absolute tasteful bliss. Fond memories.

This practise also slowly was weaned away during my little sister’s time when the health hazards of the chavanprash was propogated by so called learned doctors.

I firmly beleive that what little of health that I have today has been contributed due to a multitude of reasons, playing outdoors, eating mom’s food, breathing healthy food, etc but also to this practise of a spoonful of health that I consumed for a long period of time.

My wife also tells me of a hectic childhood where playing and frolicking in the sun was a way of life, I need to ask her if she also partook of this nectar.

The reason I write specifically about this is that I now see a whole range of chavanprash’s available in the market. Specifically, the dabur brand, which has been long associated with this product has many such variants of the product.

I remember picking up a bottle in a mall, and was pleasantly surprised to see the ingredients used were primarily ayurvedic. ashwagandha, satavari, bala all proven in ayurveda to be very good for immunity building were present in a beatifully bottled pack.

A bit of research took me to their website

Nostalgia struck again and I have picked up a bottle to try this package of natural goodness. Back to the future, back to the days of young, healthy living. I am not in the least saying that this is solely going to be resposible for me to attain the chiseled healthy look, but any help in this day and age is always welcome as compared to the dreaded doctor’s visit.

Here’s to a happy and healthy life ahead!!!

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Are you being served?

Beautifully simmering baby potatoes in a rich red gravy! 

Cauliflower Florets , spiced, tempered and lightly roasted!

Tender ladyfingers, with onions and mustard seeds!!

These are a few of my favourite things!

My memories, like most foodies , revolves around mealtimes. My Mom, a brilliant cook, would dish out her creations, beautifully aromatic and serve them in these lovely glass bowls. 

each gravy had its bowl, almost as if the food would not taste as good without its partner in crime, the container it was served in.

Cauliflower Au gratin would be in the rectangular flat bowl, palak paneer would be a deep dish, raita would have their own tiny bowls, Bhindi do pyaza – the curved bowl. It was a treat for the senses, all of them, smell, sight and taste. 

What I remember, most vividly , is the happiness that would radiate around the table, when dinner would be served. Dinner was always a full family affair. Call us lucky , we were born during an era when the Idiot box ( and it was a box at that time) did not have enough strength to compete with family bonds. Dad, Mom, GrandPa , Grandma, Sister and me, would gather around the table, talking about the day, about school, about tests, about anything under the sun. 

Grandpa would be the fastest of the block, ending the meal quickly , a no nonsense eater, followed by the grandma. 

Dad has his quirky eating habits . I beleive his taste buds is probably the most evolved in our family. His meal would include classics like curd rice and mixture, dosa and manga kootan ( a sweet and savoury mango gravy that is generally mixed with rice) and god knows what else. 

Mom loves her pickle and rice, or gravy and rice, she would be the last to finish enjoying every last morsel, and more importantly because she had to amass all the gossip around the table while eating and serving. 

My sis loves her rasam, she would drink it up by the tons. Invariably the brat would demand to be fed by grandma who would lovingly oblige. 

Some of the happiest times were around this dinner table. Where we knew, however sad and tired we came , we would leave the table fullfilled , literally, with tasty lovely food . 

Simple times made special with a lot of love and some real special food by ammash!!


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