What do you think? Will cow urine drinks take off?

Cow urine the new taste sensation as India markets it as a soft drink

New taste sensation ... cow urine / Reuters

* India plans to launch cow urine drink
* Drink promotes ideology of Hindu-ness

JUST when you thought we were milking the cow for all it's worth, along comes a fresh idea: cow urine as a fizzy drink.

No, it's not a stunt. India's Hindu nationalist movement, the Cow Protection Department of the Rashtriya Swayamsevak Sangh (RSS), says the drink is in the final stages of development.

The Times reports head of the department Om Prakash as saying the drink - called "gau jal", or "cow water" - in Sanskrit was undergoing laboratory tests and would be launched "very soon, maybe by the end of this year".

"Don't worry, it won't smell like urine and will be tasty too," he told The Times. "Its USP will be that it's going to be very healthy. It won't be like carbonated drinks and would be devoid of any toxins."

The Times reports the drink is the latest attempt to cleanse India of foreign influence and promote its ideology of Hindutva, or Hindu-ness.
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PROOF OF RAMAYANA

Ashok vatika where Ravana kept Sita

The Ravana Palace which was burnt by Hanuman

Sugriva Cave

Sanjivani Mountain from where Sanjivani Booti was acquired to save Lakshman which has many exotic herbs even now

Floating Stone from Ramasethu (bridge made by Lord Rama & Vanara sena)


Ramasethu

Burma's Non-Political Flood

The present world is currently evolving around only politics and natural disasters, there is no other meaning of life, no emotions, no relations, only suffering, pain, pain and more pain. My uncle from Burma, Myo Win, shared this poem with me to express the silent plight the innocent people of Burma are going through.

Burma's Non-Political Flood

Water, water, all around me
But I am so..so… thirsty.
Here, there, human bodies' everywhere
But none alive accompany me and share.
And I look at myself
Broken hopes and empty handed.
And I look further around
Just like a post heavy-battled ground.
Wild cyclone has wiped all things down.

Where are those kids from innocent playground?
Where are students in the green and white uniform?
Where is my town always singing along country rock songs?
Where are my mates who search for freedom and independent?
Where are those local chicks with new-leaf-color lips?
Where are those parents with a too busy habit?
All my questions disappear,
All my answers whisper…and whisperer.
Collaborated disaster of the nature and the dictator!

And I constantly hear voices from my empty stomach
Asking me food, forcing me speak out and stand up.
I silently speak with my loudest, to the entire world
Then mankind's sympathies come and knock my door.

Let me now open my door
'Cause those sympathies will help to fix my wounded floor.
Let me invite them with an open heart
'Cause those sympathies will help my life reconstruct.

Hello Mr. militarists,
Your guns are currently useless,
My demands are urgently needed,
Here, I'm alive, not a corpse yet,

Neither much time left.
Together, let's work out as a nice diplomat!

(Dedicated To My Mother And People Of Burma Who Lost Lives And
Who Are Hardly Survived Under Both Natural And Political Weathers!)

Written By: Min Yan Naing, Generation Wave