Best Antioxidant Rich Foods
We hear talk of antioxidants but why are they necessary for everything we consume from skin care products to most importantly the foods we eat? According to WebMD, antioxidants protect the body from damage caused by harmful molecules called free radicals. Many experts believe this damage is a factor in the development of blood vessel disease (atherosclerosis), cancer, and other conditions. We are exposed to free radicals on a daily basis through from pollutants from the air sun and water in the atmosphere. Free radicals have been scientifically proven to cause cancer, heart disease and aging itself. Your best bet is to load up on as many antioxidants as your body can stand.
Antioxidant substances
* Vitamin A
* Vitamin C
* Vitamin E
* Beta-carotene
* Lutein
* Lycopene
* Selenium
Antioxidants are found in a variety of foods ranging from fruits and vegetables, whole grains, nuts and in many foods. Here are a few of some of the best antioxidant rich foods in the marketplace.
1. Navy beans
A good source of cholesterol-lowering fiber, navy beans high fiber content helps to prevent blood sugar levels from rising rapidly after meals making them the perfect choice for people battling diabetes, or insulin resistance.
Good for:
* Lowering risk for heart attack
* Memory boost (rich in thiamin one cup provides about 25% or daily value)
* Great energy source (abundant source of copper and manganese)
* Protein powerhouse (for vegetarians looking for a way to add protein to your diet, look no further. One cup of navy beans provides you with nearly 32% of the daily value of protein.
1. Wild blueberries
Packed with antioxidant phytonutrients called anthocyanidins, blueberries are a low calorie antioxidant powerhouse. Blueberries beat out 60 fruit and vegetables for its ability to destroy free radicals.
Good for:
* Brain boosting: research shows diets rich in blueberries help protect the brain from oxidative stress and may reduce the potential risks for age related diseases such as dementia, Alzheimer's disease
* Protection against colon cancer: lab studies show the phenolic compounds present in blueberries can help inhibit cancer causing cell proliferation
* Healthy bowel support: who knew constipation and diarrhea can be helped by eating blueberries. Aside from containing soluble and insoluble fiber, the tannins present in blueberries, act as astringents to the digestive system and help to reduce inflammation.
1. Artichokes
A low calorie fat-free vegetable and are a good source of fiber, potassium and magnesium.
Good for
* For diabetics: artichokes are natural diuretics and studies show eating them help lower blood sugar levels while also maintaining lower cholesterol levels
* Liver Support protects the liver toxins and infections
1. Dried plums (prunes)
Are high in beta carotene and is also a good source of potassium.
Good For:
* Daily Fiber just one quarter cup of prunes satisfies 12% of daily fiber.
* Weight Loss: the not only helps in regulating blood sugar levels
* Preventing Type 2 diabetes: soluble fiber present in prunes helps increase insulin
* Regularity: helps in preventing constipation
* Cholesterol: helps in keeping levels low
* Iron Absorption studies show eating prunes helps increase rate of iron absorbed in the body
1. Russet potatoes
Potatoes often get a bad rap because they are most popularly consumed in the form of greasy chips, deep fried French fries, or even when baked, potatoes are loaded with enough hazardous ingredients to jumpstart a heart attack. We often forget the nutrients present within potatoes when eaten naturally.
One baked potato with skin delivers
1.
* 26% daily value vitamin C
* 21% DV vitamin B6
* 18% DV copper
* 14& DV potassium
* 12% DV manganese
* 11.7% DV dietary fiber
1. Walnuts
Harvested in December, walnuts are a great source of Omeg-3 essential fatty acids. Just ¼ cup of walnuts offers you 90% of daily value of essential fats. Walnuts have one of the highest antioxidant levels of all the tree nuts.
Good for:
* Heart Health
* Blood Pressure
* Great food for the brain
Saturday, February 23, 2008
Friday, February 22, 2008
A Sardarji went to US and had a meeting with Bill Clinton.(Its not a joke to hurt any Sardarji)
A Sardarji went to US and had a meeting with Bill Clinton.
Bill: I want to show you about the US advancement. Come with me.
He takes him to a forest.
Bill: Dig the ground. Sardarji did it.
Bill: more...more. ..More... Sardarji went up to 100 feet.
Bill: So now, try to search something.
Sardarji: I got a wire.
Bill: you know, it shows that even 100 years ago we used to have telephones.
Sardarji got frustrated. He invited Billto India . Next year Bill was in India.
Sardarji: I want to show you our advancement. The same...he takes Bill to a forest.
Sardarji: Dig it. Bill does.
Sardarji: more...more. ....... Bill goes up to almost 400 feet..
Sardarji: try to find something. Bill tries.
Sardarji: Did you get anything?
Bill: No, there is nothing here.
Sardarji: you know, it shows that even 400 years ago we had WIRELESS technology!!
Bill: I want to show you about the US advancement. Come with me.
He takes him to a forest.
Bill: Dig the ground. Sardarji did it.
Bill: more...more. ..More... Sardarji went up to 100 feet.
Bill: So now, try to search something.
Sardarji: I got a wire.
Bill: you know, it shows that even 100 years ago we used to have telephones.
Sardarji got frustrated. He invited Billto India . Next year Bill was in India.
Sardarji: I want to show you our advancement. The same...he takes Bill to a forest.
Sardarji: Dig it. Bill does.
Sardarji: more...more. ....... Bill goes up to almost 400 feet..
Sardarji: try to find something. Bill tries.
Sardarji: Did you get anything?
Bill: No, there is nothing here.
Sardarji: you know, it shows that even 400 years ago we had WIRELESS technology!!
Monday, February 18, 2008
MICHAEL JACKSON'S FAN LETTER FROM INDIA
Dear Michael,
My name is Chandrika, an English teacher in Madurai and your
greatest fan in India. I started enjoying your music many
years ago, during the late '70s or early '80s, back in the
days when you didn't look so much like your sister LaToya.
You were my childhood idol, Michael, with your great voice,
amazing dancing and wonderful Afro. You were the epitome of
the phrase "tall, dark and handsome," even if the "tall"
part was largely a result of your hair.
I was proud that someone as dark-skinned as me had achieved
so much and was adored by millions of people. You see, even
as a child, I was made to feel uneasy about my complexion.
My elder sister, Radhika, was fair-skinned and all my
relatives commented that she had "good color," while
debating endlessly what had happened to me. Some thought I
had played too much in the sun. Others wondered if my mother
had sprinkled enough powder on me as a baby. A few concluded
that, given my sister's fair skin, all I needed was a good
scrubbing in the bathtub.
If you think that was bad, you should hear what happened to
me when my father, an Army captain, was transferred north to
Delhi. I was a teen-ager then and had to endure all sorts of
ridicule from the light-skinned girls in my school. One girl
said that I was the black sheep of my family and that my
parents must have bought me on the black market. I wanted to
give her a black eye. Another girl kept saying I was as
black as a crow. I wanted to peck her eyes out.
Children can be cruel, but Indians of all ages are obsessed
with skin color. That's why my sister got married so easily.
My father placed a matrimonial ad describing Radhika as
"extremely fair" and she found a groom the very next day.
(He runs a tailor shop, but managed to impress my father by
calling himself a "softwear designer.") I didn't have any
luck at all with my ad, unless you count the three proposals
I received from Central Prison. Those rascals must have
missed the line in which I said "no bars."
My relatives advised me to try again, saying I should put
the word "fair" in my ad. So I wrote another matrimonial ad
and said that I had won first prize in the science fair. But
the men, they don't care about that kind of fair. It's so
unfair.
My relatives then suggested I try various methods of
lightening my skin. First I tried all the beauty creams,
including "Fair & Lovely," "Fair Glow," and "Fairy-tale."
None of them lightened my skin, though they did manage to
lighten my purse. Next I tried covering myself in a paste of
coconut milk, white flour and talcum powder. That worked out
well, but only until the paste dried and cracked in many
places. I looked like Sonia Gandhi's great-grandmother.
It was during this time that I noticed something amazing:
You, Michael, had somehow transformed yourself from black to
white. I said to myself, "He's a great composer, wonderful
singer, superb dancer. And now he's managed to change color.
Is there anything this man can't do?"
When my relatives heard about your transformation, they told
me to experiment some more. For a few years, I tried
moonwalking, wearing a white glove and hanging out with lots
of children. I even got myself a pet monkey named Bubbles.
But my complexion didn't change, not even under the glove.
Then someone informed me that you suffer from some sort of
skin condition. If that's true, Michael, I'm sorry to hear
it. I wouldn't wish that upon anyone.
My relatives, however, want me to ask you this: Is it
contagious? And if so, Michael, when are you coming to
India?
My name is Chandrika, an English teacher in Madurai and your
greatest fan in India. I started enjoying your music many
years ago, during the late '70s or early '80s, back in the
days when you didn't look so much like your sister LaToya.
You were my childhood idol, Michael, with your great voice,
amazing dancing and wonderful Afro. You were the epitome of
the phrase "tall, dark and handsome," even if the "tall"
part was largely a result of your hair.
I was proud that someone as dark-skinned as me had achieved
so much and was adored by millions of people. You see, even
as a child, I was made to feel uneasy about my complexion.
My elder sister, Radhika, was fair-skinned and all my
relatives commented that she had "good color," while
debating endlessly what had happened to me. Some thought I
had played too much in the sun. Others wondered if my mother
had sprinkled enough powder on me as a baby. A few concluded
that, given my sister's fair skin, all I needed was a good
scrubbing in the bathtub.
If you think that was bad, you should hear what happened to
me when my father, an Army captain, was transferred north to
Delhi. I was a teen-ager then and had to endure all sorts of
ridicule from the light-skinned girls in my school. One girl
said that I was the black sheep of my family and that my
parents must have bought me on the black market. I wanted to
give her a black eye. Another girl kept saying I was as
black as a crow. I wanted to peck her eyes out.
Children can be cruel, but Indians of all ages are obsessed
with skin color. That's why my sister got married so easily.
My father placed a matrimonial ad describing Radhika as
"extremely fair" and she found a groom the very next day.
(He runs a tailor shop, but managed to impress my father by
calling himself a "softwear designer.") I didn't have any
luck at all with my ad, unless you count the three proposals
I received from Central Prison. Those rascals must have
missed the line in which I said "no bars."
My relatives advised me to try again, saying I should put
the word "fair" in my ad. So I wrote another matrimonial ad
and said that I had won first prize in the science fair. But
the men, they don't care about that kind of fair. It's so
unfair.
My relatives then suggested I try various methods of
lightening my skin. First I tried all the beauty creams,
including "Fair & Lovely," "Fair Glow," and "Fairy-tale."
None of them lightened my skin, though they did manage to
lighten my purse. Next I tried covering myself in a paste of
coconut milk, white flour and talcum powder. That worked out
well, but only until the paste dried and cracked in many
places. I looked like Sonia Gandhi's great-grandmother.
It was during this time that I noticed something amazing:
You, Michael, had somehow transformed yourself from black to
white. I said to myself, "He's a great composer, wonderful
singer, superb dancer. And now he's managed to change color.
Is there anything this man can't do?"
When my relatives heard about your transformation, they told
me to experiment some more. For a few years, I tried
moonwalking, wearing a white glove and hanging out with lots
of children. I even got myself a pet monkey named Bubbles.
But my complexion didn't change, not even under the glove.
Then someone informed me that you suffer from some sort of
skin condition. If that's true, Michael, I'm sorry to hear
it. I wouldn't wish that upon anyone.
My relatives, however, want me to ask you this: Is it
contagious? And if so, Michael, when are you coming to
India?
Sunday, February 17, 2008
To those who exaggerate my country
If you are having a adverse opinion of our Country -INDIA- Please read this:
You cant come to India and expect it to be like New York , or an Amsterdam -you just cant! -if you come with those expectations then you're making a big mistake -you should never come here then ,-for a westerner India might seem extremely chaotic & loud at first , India's traffic is in cities is terrible and you have to be alert or you will easily get in to trouble,-
but then you just have to appreciate the good things - 'I agree there is a lot of dislikes in India ,but don't think that all Indians are trained to it,-that is so wrong !'
I'm not trying to defend my country here.Your countries are may be superior to India but then understand INDIA is a very large economy- a very large county so there are bound to extremes in a country - again there are various other factors like population , poverty etc, -many geographic factors as well -
I'm not judging western people - but I feel most of them have very like minded mentality, and some are really perverse
Ive seen the way many Western tourists behave when they come here -many take derogatory pictures of India- they photograph naked young poor children , they take pictures of stray animals roaming the streets in Indian cities -they photograph young children crapping on the streets ,they photograph garbage or sewage canals on the street
Some adults in India shamelessly urinate on isolated sides of the street -westerners photograph that too-
Try to see the good in 'India' instead of the bad ,there maybe 1000 bad things in India -but then there are 10,000 good things in India.
You cant come to India and expect it to be like New York , or an Amsterdam -you just cant! -if you come with those expectations then you're making a big mistake -you should never come here then ,-for a westerner India might seem extremely chaotic & loud at first , India's traffic is in cities is terrible and you have to be alert or you will easily get in to trouble,-
but then you just have to appreciate the good things - 'I agree there is a lot of dislikes in India ,but don't think that all Indians are trained to it,-that is so wrong !'
I'm not trying to defend my country here.Your countries are may be superior to India but then understand INDIA is a very large economy- a very large county so there are bound to extremes in a country - again there are various other factors like population , poverty etc, -many geographic factors as well -
I'm not judging western people - but I feel most of them have very like minded mentality, and some are really perverse
Ive seen the way many Western tourists behave when they come here -many take derogatory pictures of India- they photograph naked young poor children , they take pictures of stray animals roaming the streets in Indian cities -they photograph young children crapping on the streets ,they photograph garbage or sewage canals on the street
Some adults in India shamelessly urinate on isolated sides of the street -westerners photograph that too-
Try to see the good in 'India' instead of the bad ,there maybe 1000 bad things in India -but then there are 10,000 good things in India.
Friday, February 15, 2008
They are making jokes In their way ...................
INDIAN ENGLISH: IT VILL BE WERY HELPFUL, YAAR!
It is the year 2020 and call centers are opening all over
the West, as the new economic power India outsources work to
the countries where many jobs originated. Millions of
Americans, still struggling to adapt to a global economy,
are willing to accept jobs that pay them in a new currency
sweeping much of the world: EuRupees.
Some of them, eager to land one of the customer service jobs
from India, are attending special training sessions in New
York City, led by language specialist Dave Ramsey, who goes
by a simpler name for his Indian clients: Devendra
Ramaswaminathan.
On this warm afternoon, the professor is teaching three
ambitious students how to communicate with Indian customers.
Professor: "Okay, Gary, Randy and Jane, first we need to
give you Indian names. Gary, from now on, you'll be known to
your customers as Gaurav. Randy, you'll be Ranjit. And Jane,
you'll be Jagadamba. Now imagine you just received a call
from Delhi. What do you say?"
Gary: "Name as tea?"
Professor: "I think you mean 'namaste.' Very good. But what
do you say after that?"
Gary: "How can I help you?"
Professor: "You're on the right track. Anyone else?"
Jane: "How can I be helping you?"
Professor: "Good try! You're using the correct tense, but
it's not quite right. Anyone else?"
Randy: "How I can be helping you?"
Professor: "Wonderful! Word order is very important. Okay,
let's try some small talk. Give me a comment that would help
you make a connection with your Indian customers."
Randy: "It's really hot, isn't it?"
Professor: "The heat is always a good topic, but you haven't
phrased it correctly. Try again."
Randy: "It's deadly hot, isn't it?"
Professor: "That's better. But your tag question can be
greatly improved."
Randy: "It's deadly hot, no?"
Professor: "Wonderful! You can put 'no?' at the end of
almost any statement. You are understanding me, no?"
Jane: "Yes, we are understanding you, no?"
Professor (smiles): "We may need to review this later. But
let's move on to other things. Have you ever heard Indians
use the word 'yaar'?"
Randy: "Yes, my Indian friends use it all the time. Just
last night, one of them said to me, 'Randy, give me yaar
password. I am needing it to fix yaar computer."
Professor (laughs): "That's a different 'yaar,' yaar. The
'yaar' that I'm talking about means friend or buddy. You can
use it if you've developed a camaraderie with a customer.
For example, you can say, 'Come on, yaar. I am offering you
the best deal.' Do you understand, Jagadamba?"
Jane: "Yaar, I do."
Professor (smiles): "Okay, let's talk about accents. If your
client says 'I yam wery vorried about vat I bought for my
vife,' how would you respond?"
Randy: "Please don't be vorrying, yaar. She vill be wery
happy and vill give you a vild time tonight."
Professor: "Vunderful! I mean, wonderful. You have a bright
future, Ranjit. And so do you, Jagadamba. But Gaurav, you
haven't said anything in a while. Do you have any questions
about what we've just learned?"
Gary: "Yes, Professor, I do have one question: Wouldn't it
be simpler to learn to speak Hindi?"
It is the year 2020 and call centers are opening all over
the West, as the new economic power India outsources work to
the countries where many jobs originated. Millions of
Americans, still struggling to adapt to a global economy,
are willing to accept jobs that pay them in a new currency
sweeping much of the world: EuRupees.
Some of them, eager to land one of the customer service jobs
from India, are attending special training sessions in New
York City, led by language specialist Dave Ramsey, who goes
by a simpler name for his Indian clients: Devendra
Ramaswaminathan.
On this warm afternoon, the professor is teaching three
ambitious students how to communicate with Indian customers.
Professor: "Okay, Gary, Randy and Jane, first we need to
give you Indian names. Gary, from now on, you'll be known to
your customers as Gaurav. Randy, you'll be Ranjit. And Jane,
you'll be Jagadamba. Now imagine you just received a call
from Delhi. What do you say?"
Gary: "Name as tea?"
Professor: "I think you mean 'namaste.' Very good. But what
do you say after that?"
Gary: "How can I help you?"
Professor: "You're on the right track. Anyone else?"
Jane: "How can I be helping you?"
Professor: "Good try! You're using the correct tense, but
it's not quite right. Anyone else?"
Randy: "How I can be helping you?"
Professor: "Wonderful! Word order is very important. Okay,
let's try some small talk. Give me a comment that would help
you make a connection with your Indian customers."
Randy: "It's really hot, isn't it?"
Professor: "The heat is always a good topic, but you haven't
phrased it correctly. Try again."
Randy: "It's deadly hot, isn't it?"
Professor: "That's better. But your tag question can be
greatly improved."
Randy: "It's deadly hot, no?"
Professor: "Wonderful! You can put 'no?' at the end of
almost any statement. You are understanding me, no?"
Jane: "Yes, we are understanding you, no?"
Professor (smiles): "We may need to review this later. But
let's move on to other things. Have you ever heard Indians
use the word 'yaar'?"
Randy: "Yes, my Indian friends use it all the time. Just
last night, one of them said to me, 'Randy, give me yaar
password. I am needing it to fix yaar computer."
Professor (laughs): "That's a different 'yaar,' yaar. The
'yaar' that I'm talking about means friend or buddy. You can
use it if you've developed a camaraderie with a customer.
For example, you can say, 'Come on, yaar. I am offering you
the best deal.' Do you understand, Jagadamba?"
Jane: "Yaar, I do."
Professor (smiles): "Okay, let's talk about accents. If your
client says 'I yam wery vorried about vat I bought for my
vife,' how would you respond?"
Randy: "Please don't be vorrying, yaar. She vill be wery
happy and vill give you a vild time tonight."
Professor: "Vunderful! I mean, wonderful. You have a bright
future, Ranjit. And so do you, Jagadamba. But Gaurav, you
haven't said anything in a while. Do you have any questions
about what we've just learned?"
Gary: "Yes, Professor, I do have one question: Wouldn't it
be simpler to learn to speak Hindi?"
Tuesday, February 5, 2008
Just to Laugh
Punch
Father: Why are you taking a ladder to school?
Son: Because I am going to high school.
Father: I see you got a ‘D’ for conduct but an ‘A’ for courtesy. How is that possible?
Son: It’s simple, dad. Whenever I kick someone, I always say sorry.
Teacher: Rishu, Why did you open your lunch box in the middle of the road ?
Rishu: To check whether I was going to or coming back from school.
Question: What did Atlantic Ocean do when it met Pacific?
Answer: It just waved.
Question: Where did the elephant put his clothes?
Answer: In his trunk.
Father: Rahul, have you attempted all the questions in the exam?
Rahul: Yes, I attempted all the questions. However, I did not attempt any of the answers.
Teacher: Are you chewing gum?
Student: No, ma’am. I am Amit Kaur.
Boy: What is the difference between a stupid boy and an intelligent one?
Friend: That’s simple. A stupid boy is standing in front of me, while an intelligent boy is standing in front of you.
Conductor (to passenger in a double-decker bus): Please go upstairs.
Passenger: Do you take me for a fool? The upper storey doesn’t have wheels.
Judge: Why did you rob the same shop twice?
Thief: Because the first time I went there, I saw a sign that read ‘‘Thank you, come again’’.
Patient: Doctor! What shall I do? I do not feel hungry after a full meal and I do not feel thirsty after I drink a bottle of water.
Doctor: No problem. Just take this pack of medicine. Have it twice daily — once after you fall asleep and the other just before you wake up.
Monday, February 4, 2008
The speaches of Socrates Audio/Video
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