Tuesday, 26 August 2025

Poem - An apple a day keeps the doctor away


 


An apple a day, 

Keeps the doctor away,

Is a quote that’s been with us to

Intend to keep our vices away.


Yet many of us, 

Stick to them bad habits hard

And the apple just sits rotting 

In our fruit tray.


The intention is good! 

And our hearts damn close 

To making all illnesses go away.


But the action is lacking,

The tongue is smacking, 

The remembering it’s hit,

Of the day before yesterday.



This is a series of poems on quotes that are classic and known by everyone. #wellness #goodlife 
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Saturday, 23 August 2025

My mirror and me

       


I look in the mirror and who do I see,
I see the little girl I was, looking back at me
She seems to be saying that I’m happy here, yes I am…
I don’t want to grow up,
Adulting is a scam.

I look in the mirror and who do I see,
I see my late mother looking back at me,
Have fun while you’re alive she seems to be saying,
No point in suffering  baby, on the way out
You rather die laughing at your stupidity and solitude …
Than trying to fit in with the world and its clout.

I look in the mirror and who do I see,
I see my darling sister looking back at me
She’s wondering when we’ll meet again
Though despite living in different continents..
I could say she’s the pendant
While I’m the chain..
Together we make such a rare and unique gem,
The bonds of which tighten..
Like a stitch on a hem.

I look in the mirror and who do I see,
I see my daughters looking straight back at me,
Now I wonder what lesson I will learn
But their smiles and eyes..
Soften my concern.

They’re just happy living their lives, young and free..
Women of strength, security and fortitude
They are already showing up to be.

The mirror can relax now,
There’s nothing more to see,
Until my mind wanders and I
Search again for me.


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Friday, 22 August 2025

The Chronicles of the youngest Child - the price I paid for Chocolate - Instagram series - uploaded 10Aug 2025

 

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Tuesday, 19 August 2025

The joy of discovering Mallakhamb at the Shree Samartha Vyayam Mandir, Dadar, Mumbai

 

Shri Uday Deshpande receiving the 'Padma Shree' from the President of India, Smt. Murmu

My story today is one that cannot be contained in a single article. It's about a centuries-old traditional Indian physical practice, a 100-year old organisation that nurtures and promotes Indian traditional sports and an amazing 73 year old man, who has spent most of his life working towards bringing this practice out of obscurity and bringing it to the notice of the world. The practice is called Mallakhamb, the organisation is the Shree Samartha Vyayam Mandir, Dadar and the man is Shri Uday Deshpande, who in 2024, was awarded the country's fourth highest civilian award, the ‘Padma Shree’ by the President of India.

 

One day, many years ago, my sister invited me to go with her to Dadar, to see and maybe try a special kind of sport. She was going to write an article about it. I was only 21 and I already was passionate about everything in sports. Secondly, being with my sister was fun at any given time and through her I learnt several new things. She's 11 years older than me, and anything she introduced me to, was out-of-the-box and something that made me think.


We reached the Shree Samartha Vyayam Mandir and met a gentle, smiling and welcoming man who showed us around the premises. This was my first meeting with Shri Uday Deshpande, a Mallakhamb coach with several achievements to his name. We were impressed as we saw some young kids perform on the Pole Mallakhamb and the Rope Mallakhamb. It was the most amazing experience of my young life. I was amazed to see these young kids, hardly 7 - 8 years old, climb up several metres high on a Rope and do all sorts of yoga style positions. Every position that I'd tried as a young girl in my first yoga class was being displayed to me, whether the Lotus pose, the Sleeping Vishnu pose, the Nataraja pose, all in the air with this thick rope wound around the child's body. I think my mouth was wide open and my jaws hit the ground during the whole demonstration; such was the surprise and amazement I felt!

 

Rope Mallakhamb





Pole Mallakhamb


The boys who performed Pole Mallakhamb made it look so easy. A twist here, a jerk there and there he was on the tip of the pole, posed gracefully. A small jump and an arm reaching out and there was a perfect sleeping pose parallel to the ground, holding the body up with just shoulder and arm strength. 

 

For someone who had followed the Olympics on TV and who grew up with each neighbourhood brimming to its fill with young cricket players, I was left wondering how such a sport which was at once athletic, agile and traditional was unknown to us. I was sure that no one in my entire colony would have ever seen such a performance or knew of this sport. 


Sir guiding me



using all my strength



My sister and I decided to go back to the Shree Samartha Vyayam Mandir every day for a few weeks. I'm sure it was Shri. Uday Deshpande, who we affectionately and respectfully addressed as Sir, convinced us that it was a good idea to do so. He took on the responsibility of teaching us Rope Mallakhamb. The next few weeks that I spent going there have remained memorable to me. I think eventually I spent some weeks more than my sister there as she had to go back to work. I was really happy to learn all those new moves and have a super coach to guide me. Sir would come and get me to do all sorts of different warm-ups and movements. Then we would try and climb the rope where he would support me on each climb with his fingers under my feet. I managed to do the Lotus Pose and a cross-like pose as far as I remember. He then taught me how to improve my flexibility on the ground by teaching me how to do Chakrasana in flow where I could fluidly move from back to the ceiling, to tummy facing up. This improved my shoulder strength and flexibility immensely. I also remember enjoying an exercise where one stands next to the Pole Mallakhamb and facing the pole, holds it and then without loosening the hand hold, one turns one's entire body to face the opposite side. I particularly enjoyed this exercise. I also remember waiting for Sir to be around to stand on two low standing parallel bars and be guided to bend my body backwards to touch the two bars with my hands and create an arch and then transition to a handstand and then back to the standing position on the bars. I also remember learning a tough sequence of supine poses that twisted the body and usually a Mallakhamb practitioner does with an actual lamp with a burning flame on his or her forehead. They of course don't drop the lamp while doing this. Those movements still remain etched in my head even though I wouldn't probably be able to do most of them anymore. Within a few weeks my body was toned and I looked and felt really fit.







Now when I hear that Sir and anyone who works at the Mandir does this on a purely voluntary basis, I'm quite stumped. Usuallythis passion would last at the most a couple of years but there are several who have spent their entire productive lives doing just that. Just learning, practicing, teaching and trying to make this sport more and more known. Shri. Uday Deshpande for one has dedicated his entire life to the sport of Mallakhamb and the Shree Samartha Vyayam Mandir, both institutions that have their own histories and very interesting stories. Sir has quite literally moved many mountains to get this sport known and recognised and to the place it is today. Over the next few articles, my intention is to bring to you interesting stories of the sport of Mallakhamb and of the man who helped take the dying, traditional Indian physical practice to millions of people around the world.


Here is the video Shri. Uday Deshpande getting the 'Padma Shree'. Time stamp around 19.08min

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZY2uRimYYMQ


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Monday, 18 August 2025

The Chronicles of the youngest Child - Part 7- My brother Raj's birthday to a young me - my doll from Italy

 


Ceramic vase made by Marie-Therese Duplicy


As a child, I was quite spoilt by my siblings. Yes, Yes, the privileges of being a baby compared to older siblings has its advantages and definitely  these made me forgive the some odd disadvantages easily. My eldest brother was 14 years older than me. We lost him 6 years back to cancer and it's another big loss I've had to deal with and overcome in the last few years.


Luckily for me my mind and my heart are full of stories of how Raj was an ideal son to our parents and how he gave me so many things that no one else could afford in my family at that time. 

One of my earliest memories was when Raj travelled to Europe for work. It was already a great honour for him and our family that he had been chosen by his boss to represent their company at an international congregation that covered several countries in Europe. He would be travelling to Italy, Switzerland, France and Germany as far as I remember. On top of that he was just 21 years old and had not had the job for a long time either. So, he had evidently impressed his boss a lot and was being entrusted with a lot of responsibility. He was gone for about a month and we had no news of course because back then we had no phone at home. We just trusted that he was well and would soon return back home safely.

I remember the morning he returned very well. I woke up to him being home and being handed the most beautiful doll ever! She had blue eyes and blonde hair that was set in two braids. She wore a bonnet and an absolutely stunning beige and white dress. Her face and hands were made of some solid plastic material, the kind I had never seen before and the rest of her body was stuffed and made of cloth. She held a steady happy gaze and her lips were the cutest pink lips I'd seen till then. She was so beautiful, so pretty and so unique. No one in my building had a doll like her and I felt a lot of pride as I cradled her in my arms. I called her 'Rosalie' almost immediately even though I didn't know anyone with that name. I guess she looked like a delicate rose to me. Rosalie was spotted in a shop by an Italian colleague of my brother. He asked my brother to pick her up for me. Rosalie stayed my favourite doll for many years and I still have great memories of playing with her.

Today is my brother Raj's birthday and he would have been 61 yrs old. Luckily memories don't die when people do and we can honour the lost souls by thinking about them and enjoying bygone days.




Ceramic vase made by Marie-Therese Duplicy



The inside of the vase 

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The Chronicles of the youngest Child - Part 2