The other day,
I bought an Indian equivalent of the foreign Horlicks. Like Complan, Bournvita
and their cousins, it’s meant to bring me wealth.
The moment I declared that, Shri
Husband and Bai Goanna laughed. Not the hahaha full of mirth laugh, but the
hehehe ridiculing sort.
“Wealth, huh?” Bai Goanna smirked. “Drink the beverage and
win a lottery through some coupon hidden in the powder?”
“Nah,” I started.
Bai Goanna stopped me short. She chortled: “The MNC magic has
now shifted over to Indian products. Move over chyavanprash, the Art of Living
and Patanjali entrepreneurs have come up with several desi varieties of
health-foods.”
Shri Husband, ever ready to be in conflict with whatever is
spoken: “And why not?
Not the money kind: health is wealth,
remember? Some ancients said that and these days we’re into retro wisdom, so we
decided to invest in something that would keep illness at bay.
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