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BJP offers cow urine as cure all

Reuters[ TUESDAY, MARCH 01, 2005 ] NEW DELHI:

You can now buy lotions, potions and pills to cure anything from cancer to hysteria to piles - all made from cow urine or dung.
A new goratna (cow products) stall at the BJP's souvenir shop is rapidly outselling dry political tracts, badges, flags and saffron-and-green plastic wall clocks with the face of former prime minister Atal Behari Vajpayee.
"You won't believe how quickly some of the products sold out," says Manoj Kumar, who runs the souvenir shop along with his brother, Sanjeev, at the BJP headquarters in a plush central New Delhi neighbourhood.
"The constipation medicine is a hot seller."
But the biggest seller is a "multi-utility pill" that claims to cure anything from diabetes to piles to "ladies' diseases".
"It's a miraculous cure" the container declares. A month's supply costs a little over $1.
Another cure-all is Sanjivani Ark, a liquid medicine that battles cancer, hysteria, and irregular periods, among other things.
In addition to medicines, the goratna products range from cow dung toothpaste, to detergents, a skin-whitening cream, baldness and obesity cures, soap and a cow urine "antiseptic aftershave".
Siddarth Singh, a spokesman for BJP, which has long campaigned on the sanctity of the cow, said the stall aimed to promote village industry, one of the biggest employers in India.
"If you go back in the history of India, this belongs to our culture. There's no commercial value to us. Village industry in this country needs to be promoted."
The use of cow products in India is centuries old. The five key products - butter, milk, curd, urine and dung - are collectively known as panchgavya and are an important part of ayurvedic medicine.
The goratna products, made by a cooperative in the "cow-belt" state of Uttar Pradesh, are rapidly gaining in popularity.
"Once they use it, they are coming back and they are bringing their friends and their family and their neighbours back with them," says Kumar.
Singh already uses the detergent and is thinking of experimenting further.
"I'm tempted to try something for the hair - let's hope," he grins, running his fingers through his thinning crop.

Comments

Tulaja said…
Thailand and Sri Lanka are exporting paper made of elephant dung to Europe and USA. Trust us Indians to follow footsteps!
Morquendi said…
Oh well, I guess the BJP has always had a knack for dealing out bullshit :)

I guess this is just taking it to a whole new level.

Arattai, Sri Lankans are even loonier. Some people here think it's good for you health to drink your own pee!
Tulaja said…
Oh yes.. Morquendi. The world is so full of insanity or, should I say, innovation?!? Remember Morarji Desai?

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