I was abruptly woken up at four this morning by my
stomach. It had settled into a tight knot which made me extremely queasy. I
walked around the house for a bit, secretly enjoying the quiet, and controlling
the urge to puke. I wondered what mom what would do if she was here. And then I
remembered; of course! She’d make me drink some magic potion!
This magic potion is called Jeevan Mixture. It
is the solution to any stomach-related problem. My dad, who is
the undisputed health expert in the family (immediate and extended), called it a life saver (thrice, in
the same conversation).
All you have to do is pour some water in a bowl, add a
tablespoon of this potion to it, stir well and drink up. You’ll be fast asleep
like nothing happened in the next 15 minutes; I always am.
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This is
gold!
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In
the middle of the day, we were given this complicated
tax-saving-investment-whatever-it-is form at work. I call it complicated
because it’s the first time I’ve received one. You see, I’ve only recently
become a taxable citizen of the country (and man, is it taxing already). In
short, a part of my salary will now go towards filling up a pothole which will only be one unassuming bicyclist away from returning to its old ways.
After
a good 20 minutes of eating my office account’s head I realised that if I
managed my investments well, I won’t have any taxes deducted.
Someone
else could save the potholes!
After
a phone call here and an email there, I decided what had to be done. I felt
very mature and in-control for a whole 10 seconds, before a headache ensued.
So
what I’m really trying to say it:
1) Keep
numbers of a plumber, electrician, doctor and relative handy. You never know
when you’ll need one.
2) Buy Jeevan Mixture. Drink it.
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