Up the Mountain

Aarti watched the school bus go around the corner and walked back to her apartment. He husband would have just finished his bath and would already be at the dining table waiting for his food. She increased her pace and ran up the stairs. If only that damn elevator actually worked she could save those precious few minutes. Like everyday, she puffed up the three flights of stairs and rushed into the house. Her husband was sitting at the dining table, looking extremely impatient and irritated. She gave him an apologetic glance and quickly served him his breakfast. Twenty minutes later he was out of the house and Aarti sunk into the sofa in relief. Another day, another morning ritual was just over. Daughter and husband fed and packed away to work with breakfasts in their stomachs and lunch in their lunch boxes. And as the maid  finished her cleaning and washing and walked out of the door, Aarti asked herself the question she kept asking herself every day for the past six years. Now what?

She sat in front of the TV and watched a couple of soaps. She picked up a book and read for a while. She switched on the TV again and watched for some more time. And then she ate a little bit of lunch and went to the bedroom to take a short nap until 4pm when her daughter would come back from school. The monotony of her life was killing her. From 9am to 4pm, it was the same. Dull and boring. Where is that spark that I had when I was in college, she wondered. What happened to that bubbly girl who was the life of the classroom. And as she fell asleep asking herself those questions, she found herself wiping an uninvited tear that managed to escape from her eyes.

And on that warm Monday afternoon, lying in her bedroom with her tear stained cheeks, Aarti drifted away into a sweet afternoon nap. A nap where she had a dream. A dream where she saw herself at the bottom of a mountain helplessly looking up at it and longing to see what lay beyond. She had to scale the mountain to reach the top first. She saw herself taking that first step and she slipped. She tried another step and she slipped again. And just when she was about to give up in frustration, she heard a voice, a familiar voice that started singing a song, a song just for her. A song full of energy that would make that climb so easy. She looked at the owner of the voice. It was Anushka Manchanda. Wow. And as she filled herself with that dose of energy and started the climb she saw someone else up ahead of her, dancing his way up the mountain. It was Allu Arjun!

With so much energy encouraging her, she knew she could climb and climb she did. In her dream, Aarti was filled with a fresh wave of energy and she danced her way up the mountain. In what seemed less than five minutes later, she was on top of the mountain and with Anushka and Allu Arjun behind her, singing and dancing, she could see what lay ahead. It was her life, the life that she would live. And she saw that if she managed to climb the mountain that her life was right now, the future that lay ahead was full of what her hopes and dreams were made of. And in that afternoon dream, she found her answer.

She needed more music and dance in her life now, something to pep her up. Something that will make her look at the day ahead with more cheer. And with that attitude, she knew that things will not be as monotonous as she made it to be.

The clock struck 4. She woke up. This time, she woke up with a smile and full of energy. She jumped out and went to pick up her daughter from the gate. And pick up her life from the bottom of the mountain

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Tap Tap Tap

The sound of tapping. And more tapping. And more tapping. This is how it is every day, every week, every year. She had been working in this office for the past ten years and the only sound she ever heard was the sound of tapping. Disembodied fingers tapping away on a keyboard. Sometimes a phone rang in some corner of the room and she could hear the hurry in that someone’s voice as they rushed to answer the phone. In hushed tones. Until a few months ago, the sound of the coffee machine would break the monotony of tapping every now and then. But the coffee machine had been removed. and with that her only source of energy. She couldn’t go down the twelve floors to the food court whenever she felt the need for that caffeine rush, so she had learnt to live without coffee.

The sound of tapping continued. Sometimes slow and steady, sometimes frenzied and rushed. She sits in her chair and adjusts her dupatta. It has got caught in the wheels again and there is a small tear where she had to pull it out of the wheels. She takes a deep breath and starts her own tapping. It is Friday and there is a delivery due at 6pm. It is 2pm already and she has a lot of tapping to do. Tap tap tap. The pace of tapping slowed down as the afternoon progressed. She looked up at the clock and yawned. It was 4pm and she had a lot more tapping to do. She needed energy. She looked around. The geeky guy sitting to her right was dozing away open mouthed. The nerdy girl sitting to her right had her head on the keyboard and was fast asleep. In front of her, behind her, everywhere all she could see was a bunch of sleepy software developers bored to death, just like her. Oh, she really really needed to wake the place up. And that is when an idea struck her.

She shut down the boring code window that she was tapping away on and went to a secret website. She clicked on a secret button and opened a secret window. And then she did the unthinkable. She upped the volume on her laptop and pressed Play. And the room was filled with a new sound, not tap tapping. The tapping stopped and the disembodied fingers on the keyboards froze. The geeky ones and the nerdy ones shook awake from their slumber as a bolt of energy ran through their body.

Anushka Manchanda was singing away in that secret window on that secret website and as if that wasn’t enough Allu Arjun was dancing away to her song. And one by one, each person who was tapping away code clicked that window to close and opened their very own secret windows. And in the next five minutes, the entire floor had Anushka and Allu Arjun on their monitors and speakers. They started tap tapping their feet to the song and slowly got up and matched Allu Arjun’s steps.

A whole half an hour of energized dancing later, they sink back to their chairs fully recharged. The six o’clock deadline doesn’t look all that difficult now

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If a genie ever granted me three wishes, I would ask for clear skin, radiant skin and glowing skin. Seriously. Like hair days, we all go through skin days too. Sometimes we wake up feeling all clear and fresh and other times, which is most of the time, we wake up feeling all muddy and blotchy.

While those of you with deep pockets and bottomless bank accounts can afford to indulge in cutting edge beauty treatments that peel, scrape and do everything short of skinning and reskinng you back, the poorer ones can only look at those flawless skinned women and heave a sigh of I Wish.

But hey, hold on. Getting radiant skin isn’t unreachable. You don’t need fancy beauty products that claim to have melted gold and crushed pearls in it. You don’t need fancy creams and lotions that you’ll need to soak in for hours to emerge looking like you have effortlessly glowing skin. All you need is to look into the secrets that our ancestors left behind. The secrets of Ayurveda. Nature’s gift to humanity that was discovered, developed and patented by our yogis thousands of years ago.

There is no harm in repeating these easy tricks and tips that you can find in your kitchen or your garden that will help you get glowing and radiant skin

Turmeric: There is nothing that performs miracles than turmeric. No, not that yellow adulterated powder you get in supermarkets. Be a little unlazy and get yourself the turmeric roots. Get a stone from a temple stall, one of those irregular shaped marble or granite stones that have rough surfaces. Add a little clean water and rub the turmeric root on these stones. Apply the paste on your scars, on your blackheads on your pigmentation marks. Rinse. Repeat. Do this for a month and you’ll see someone new and beautiful looking back at you when you look into the mirror.

Sandalwood: Well, turmeric and sandalwood are like the chutney and sambar that go with idlis. You need both. While turmeric makes your skin lighter, removes the hair and is a general antiseptic, sandalwood removes the excess oil in your skin and blots out the oily blotchiness. Yes, it is drying.

Milk Cream: So make sure you add a dash of milk cream to your turmeric-sandalwood paste. And remember to wash well because you don’t want your cat licking your face when you doze off after applying this beauty mask.

So your magic mantra for fresh glowing skin: A spoonful of turmeric paste+ a spoonful of sandalwood paste+ a spoonful of milk cream. Mix. Apply. Wait. Rinse. Repeat.

You can say goodbye to those expensive jars of goop that you bought on your foreign trips, the ones that promised whiteman’s complexion. Step into your kitchen and get your salon treatment.

Ayurveda rocks. And Vicco Labs knows exactly that. Check these links out for more about VICCO Turmeric Cream