Aam Pachak v/s Walter White

Blue meth's got nothing on this s**t.

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It looks so innocent on the outside.

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A yellow plastic tube with a friendly mango saying "Eeyah!"
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On the inside, is a darker, more malevolent force. Take a couple of tablets, it says. But my stomach is empty, my brain replies, I don't need digestive boosting. Never you mind... take a couple, it repeats.

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My arms revolt... obeying the dark side and guide the potent tangy sweet spicy contents towards my mouth again. And again. And again. Till the tube is empty.

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I feel helpless. Like I have felt before. In front of packets of Pachan Amla & Hawa Ban & Fatafat. In front of the stupendous selection of the drug cartel Jaina Silpa Mandir's stalls at the Pujo Pandals.

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Whatever it is that they put in there, pachaks, churans and aachaars [or as my Dad calls them 'tokktokiyaa'] are chemically designed for total domination over self-control. Strange circuits light up and on long, busy office days, my overworked brain keeps begging for more.

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Don't know about all the other stuff that they claim India invented "first" but I can guarantee at least this... that the slogan "No one can eat just one" sure wasn't originally coined for a packet of Ruffles Lays or anything sold in Albuquerque. 

Sorry, Walter... but Aam Pachak is the one who knocks.

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