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Reasons to Smile & Reasons to Celebrate Life,,




  


Long back in time,when I was a boy scout, I hated to drink plain milk, so my mother used to add a heap spoon full of "Bournvita" to make it utterly buttery delicious and I truly loved it. As a boy I was very naughty but never became the Dennis the Menace, that's why I love this tag line a lot  ..."Brought up right,Bournvita Bright"

Today when I am in my sixty,I still hate plain drink,I  always feel utterly bitterly delighted to have my 'old monk' with soda.I feel it makes me nutricious enough to walk straight and  keep  grounded to the reality bites.. Now if that makes me say 'drinking is nutricious"....I am sure it is not going to send all the  liver loving people hitting the Bars.  However  Brand "Amul" does not think that way...that's why it is getting  'Kolaveri-ed' over Cadbury' saying 'milk alone is not nutricious'..

In India today you can never remain frustrated with democracy as long as you are able to butter your way into politics and keep your sweet talk going in spite of finding the Rasgullas turning bitter Anyways if you are still off the Hoogly shores...no need to take my 'Sandesh' seriously. By the way hooliganism  needs no waves to thrust it to other shores of civilization.  Never mind my nano thoughts,,..


So long  you  have the  utterly butterly Amul on  your Breakfast table  and carton of cadbury around, you will  always have reasons to  smile and will never have to  look for reasons to celebrate life,,,,









  

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