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gita-ashok
Indian Have been a college lecturer, copy editor and instructional writer in the past. Now a freelance writer whose interests include reading, writing, sketching, painting, websurfing, cooking and watching the world go by!
A widespread condition related to nutrition is lactose intolerance that is in essence the inability to digest and assimilate the milk sugar-lactose-the substrate that is acted upon by lactase- the specific enzyme over a period of time. This may happen suddenly and generally at any age most unexpectedly. Lactose intolerance is caused by the absence of the enzyme lactase that breaks down lactose to the simple sugars- glucose and galactose. The condition may be secondary,  congenital, or developmental. Secondary lactose intolerance invariably has its occurrence related to a gastrointestinal infection and its disappearance is linked to the causative factor’s correction. This type of intolerance- (certainly a nuisance) is reversible if we are a bit careful. Congenital lactose intolerance, an inherited form of intolerance, is a rare genetic  abnormality that one can unearth soon after an infant’s birth. This need not cause any fear as it lasts only half a year. Developmental lactose intolerance also known as primary  intolerance is one wherein the enzyme synthesis is progressively less during childhood and this persists into adulthood. Gita Ashok 24/10/2011, 2 pm
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Oct 24, 2011
Oct 24, 2011 at 4:58 AM UTC
Lactose Intolerance
The present is the sand grains on the beach and the past the sand in the receding waves. Each sand grain awaits its turn to be picked up by a new wave. The present is the sprightly cascade gushing down the mountain top to merge with the flowing river and the past is where the river meets the sea. The present is the softly glowing candle and the past is the molten wax around it. The present is the moving hands of the clock and the past is already gone, you see. If the hands of the clock stop moving, the present can yet never stay still. For every present will soon have a past And nothing in this world was made to last. So let’s accept the present – the now and cheerfully say to the past – “Ciao”. Let’s live in the present for it shall very soon pass. Gita Ashok 24/10/2011, 1 pm
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Oct 24, 2011
Oct 24, 2011 at 4:44 AM UTC
Present Versus Past
You still had to see your kids settle down in life. You still had to wait for your kids to take care of you for a change. Your kids may be grown now with kids of their own. But even now, they do need you, your presence, your love, your smile. Why did you have to so soon and silently leave the scene? You had but just retired from work - four decades of real hard work. Didn’t you richly deserve to relax, to have some fun? Play word games, solve crosswords, take long walks, go riding a bike. Watch movies, play carom, listen to music, go swimming, sing loudly, laugh heartily, watch cricket and tennis, eat raw mangoes… You could also have written a lot of blogs and verses and gained many admirers - as you always did with your unsurpassed literary skills. You could have had a whale of a time with your grandchildren – teaching, inspiring and motivating them and playing games with them as you did with your four kids. With so many new channels on the television today, you would have had a continuous supply of food for thought and movies, too. You shouldn’t have left so early - leaving us to grieve each day and wishing hopelessly you were still here. Daddy, you should have been here today. Gita Ashok 29/10/2010, 11:15 a.m.
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Oct 28, 2010
Oct 28, 2010 at 11:22 PM UTC
You Should Have Been Here Today
She’s sleek, she’s silver-complexioned. She’s trustworthy, She’s determined. She always welcomes me with open arms. She does her work diligently. She has absolutely no qualms. The days I‘m really busy and have no time for her, she wears a melancholic look and is devoid of any fervor. Whenever there’s a power failure, she keeps waiting patiently for power supply to resume so we can bond  instantly. In case you’re wondering which faithful friend I’m referring to, let me tell you she’s my Dell Inspiron. Faithful friends like her are few. Gita Ashok
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Oct 26, 2010
Oct 26, 2010 at 3:30 AM UTC
A Faithful Friend
Just one Sun and so many sunrises. Just one Universe and so many nations. Just one nation and so many living beings. And all life - at the mercy of the Sun. One part will soon welcome the Sun, yet another has embraced it already. One part has bid farewell to the Sun, another will follow soon. Sunrise upon sunrise, each part of the world - gets its turn to be engulfed in daylight and darkness alternately. Dreams reign somewhere, realization dawns elsewhere. Just one Sun and so many sunrises. Gita Ashok 11/10/2010, 11 am
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Oct 10, 2010
Oct 10, 2010 at 9:26 PM UTC
Just One Sun and So Many Sunrises
Grass is green. We all do know that. But sometimes it is greener and in some places it is the greenest. Or so does it appear? Is it for real? Or is it just an illusion? Why do we always seek out the greenest of pastures when there’s a rich green pasture - right in our backyard? When there’s perfect attuning of our heart, spirit and mind, green grass all around our own feet is what we invariably find. So let’s take pride in whoever we are and let’s find joy in whatever we do - for the grass undeniably is the greenest all around our own feet all the time. Gita Ashok 11/10/2010, 10:40 am
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Oct 10, 2010
Oct 10, 2010 at 9:21 PM UTC
Grass is Green
Fireflies amidst tall trees silently chase away darkness on a cloudy moonless night. A flash here, a sparkle there. Too fast to pinpoint where they are. Tirelessly through the night, they dazzle everywhere. Let there be a million fireflies to illuminate the darkness of our minds in our lives’ voyage indeterminate. Gita Ashok 10/10/10, 10:45 am
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Oct 9, 2010
Oct 9, 2010 at 9:20 PM UTC
Fireflies
Dark clouds loom in the sky; now the sound of thunder breaks the stillness of the evening air. A flash of lightning lights up the dark sky. A light drizzle at first and then a heavy downpour. My heart revels… at the beautiful sight of the white rain outside my window. And my mouth waters as I see a large slab of dark chocolate on the table. Is this not a little unfair that it should be just sitting there? So I decide to nibble on it And marvel at its bitterness. As I watch the falling rain, I tell myself I shall eat as long as it continues to rain. But it rains for a couple of hours and the chocolate is no longer there. I now wonder - why I ate it all without a care! Gita Ashok 10/10/10, 10:40 am
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Oct 9, 2010
Oct 9, 2010 at 9:17 PM UTC
Chocolate in the Rain
A water droplet hangs gracefully from the tip of a palm leaf and shines brilliantly as a ray of sunlight passes through. The cuckoo belts out its usual melodious tune - perhaps wanting the rain to come back soon. Pigeons and crows wriggle their feathers having indulged in a natural shower bath. The baby squirrel has become hyperactive - squeaking even louder; silencing the sound of the light rain. The blue kingfisher swoops gently into the pond - stirred up a bit by the light, much-needed rain. Skies yet overcast and clouds lying low; the morning air is so cool, so fresh, so heavenly. The gentle cool breeze uplifts my mind, body and soul as I gently take a sip from my cup of cardamom-flavored tea. The rain-drenched bushes and grass look lush green as I look outside as if in a trance or a dream. Gita Ashok 9/10/2010, 3:30 pm
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Oct 9, 2010
Oct 9, 2010 at 2:05 AM UTC
After the Rain
Miles and miles of sand with no horizon in view, the caravan moves on - in search of an oasis. The heat is treacherous, the sand is scorching, the camels are tired and so are the herdsmen. The journey is long, the day will almost be gone and darkness will reign again until another day dawns. The desert’s dreadful distances, the weather’s vicious whims, the camels’ callous restlessness all add to the herdsmen’s hardship. Roadless tracks of sand and rocks where tall, wild cactuses abound with many sand dunes around. The Sahara - a natural oven - bakes humans and camels alike leaving scattered mortal remains. A sandy landscape in shades of light fawn with deceptive mirages inviting thirst again. The journey is long with no sign of an oasis. But the caravan must move on… Inshallah – until we meet again. Gita Ashok 9/10/2010, 3:15 pm
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Oct 9, 2010
Oct 9, 2010 at 1:58 AM UTC
Across the Sahara