Sunday, August 9, 2009
What is it between Girls and Sarees ???
Whatever remains of me beyond that I marshall, so that I don't fail to deliver on the professional front. The reader will find it difficult to believe ( I find it terribly difficult too!) that a decade ago I was quite ambitious to climb the corporate ladder ... you know the ropes ... executive to sr. executive to officer to manager, in fact I had made it to the Group Manager level before I was blessed with my little tyke. After ayear and a half of sabbatical when I landed again on the shores of " the employed", my entire perspective of proper utilization of my time and resources had changed! Phew, so much for being an emancipated woman..... with the little one occupying the major portion of my mind and motive.
Well, I have been droning along, and you have been wondering where the saree part fits but please bear with me my friends, I am getting to it...... by and by....
Well last Saturday, was one of those days when I had my own moral sanction to go out with my better half for an evening of shopping, eating and literally stealing a couple of hours of life as it was a decade back. So now you get the drift..... shopping for Pujas and sarees are inexorably bound together isn't it?
The saree shop was teeming with women of all shapes and sizes and choices, some with kids and some with husbands in tow( they make decision taking easier you know!). I and my better half gallantly landed in the central hall well laid out with low sitting stools and the middle of the hall littered with sarees of all exhilarating hues and designs.
My better half always tells me that "I come alive" when I step into a saree shop or a jewellery shop. I dont entirely disagree, but I tell him that he's forgetting to mention " the book shop"......
Anyway, it is a wonderful game that unfolds in the saree shop, you have to have a quick eye and spot "your saree" and without drawing too much attention either snap it up yourself or get your hubby to do it or make proper eye contact with the salesperson and make him separate the " unique" piece and offer it to you. Right at the beginning I lost out on a dreamy moss green with a violet / golden leaf embroidered number, because I couldnt control myself and screamed out, "get me that", immediately the woman nearest to it, snapped it up and looked at me cooly and told me she had got it first. .... well I retreated and changed tactics. I started casually pointing out this and that saree along with "that special saree" everytime I came across a saree that I wanted desperately for Goddess Durga, my mom, my mom-in-law, my sis-in law, my pishi....I was adamant not to buy any saree for myself......!!!! HonestlyI dont have the time nor the energy to dress myself up in a saree on a normal working day....what remains are some parties, some special celebrations and some Puja days, I have hoarded up sarees with the penchant of an antique collector who simply has to have "that antique" on which is mind is set. I have a collection which is represented by pieces from all parts and regions of India. I still have some more ground to cover.... but if you speak of national integration from the saree point of view.....I have almost made it!!!
So, well then, this being recession time, let me not waste money on a thing which I am not likely to use in the nearest future, I grandiloquently thought. The thought went right out of the window the moment my eyes caught sight of an off white , hand woven no. with embossed golden paisley patterns running the length of it. Rs. 1140/- the tag said,.... quite reasonable my mind said..... put it down this instant, my better mind said. I gingerly put it down, braved a look at my better half who was smiling benignly.....I heard a woman across the hall scream... hey show me that off white no, Pllllllllllllllllllllllllllssssss....... the next instant I saw dazedly, my right arm swoop out and lift the magical piece and put it on my better half's lap. I turned to him with a smile and said..... after all I am sure you would have bought me something for the Pujas???? I saw him bravely attempt to wipe the smile from his face and reply in all seriousness, " Of course! I was just about to ask you to go for the off white saree, I like it a lot, you know". Well then there sure is that something unidentifiable but magnetic between the feminine clan and the wonderful thing called "saree" which gives them a wonderful affinity like fire and oxygen, No?????
Monday, April 27, 2009
Random strokes of my daughter......
Thursday, February 26, 2009
Of ties that bind.......
Tuesday, September 23, 2008
A mind full of smells and memories......
The most enduring smell of my life is that of my Maa in the Prayer room, her freshly bathed presence mingled with the smell of freshly lit incense sticks, sandal wood paste applied to the Gods sitting on her prayer shelf, fresh flowers like Champa, Beli, Jaba plucked from our garden..... This was the smell I and my brother (and later my sister) invariably woke up to. Thinking back, I feel it was more the wonderful, holy smell which woke us up, rather than the 3 times blowing of the conch shell (which my Maa religiously used to do till a year back.. and now she's stopped on doc's advice).
My Babai(dad) coming into the house, with Sunday morning "bajaar", smelling wonderfully of sweat, aftershave(Old Spice), Wills Flake. His left hand laden with a bag full of Potatoes and Onions to last a fortnight.....and a smaller bag somehow also held in the same hand holding Sunday goodies like prawn or...... hilsa and also chicken or ....maybe mutton . The other bag full of green veggies and fruits, fresh and succulent ( which one will be able to relate to only if one has spent the growing up years in a small town.....(Aah Ranchi ! How I miss the town of my childhood ...... far removed from the hurly burly of a Metro!).
The sweet baby smell (a heady concoction of Johnson baby powder, milk and angelic innocence )of my few months old little brother (aah! I can still feel that wonderful warmth, pleasure and pride bubbling over in my small five year old heart as I sit up straight on bed and wait for Maa to tuck him in comfortably on my lap so that she can do the housework on a busy Sunday morning). I revisited the same smell with the same associated feeling, but with more depth, when as a ten year old, on umpteen precious occassions I held my newborn sister close. And now as a mother, I can conjure up the baby smell any time I want to, anywhere I want..... all I need to do is close my eyes, take a deep breath and think of my daughter. I find it a strangely humbling experience....... this smell which remains constant, fresh and powerful in my memory, untainted by the cruelty of passing time over a period of three decades ..........................
Another smell which I feel very strongly about is my " Howrah Baris' ".................. this is the house where my baba, my jethu, my pishi, my sejokaku and my chotokaku grew up in. Just as the people associated with the house grew (in years and in fortune...), the house also added floors and rooms, sported contemporary colours but the essense of the house remained the same. As a kid I looked forward to my summer and winter vacations for 2 months of unadulterated soaking up time of the "Howrah Bari spirit". The wonderful aged fragrance of my "Mum"(my granma), her delicious paranthas fried in Dalda Vanaspati, spicy cauliflower and potato sabzi. She is no more but one look at her almirah(where she hoarded spices, nuts, her sarees, bedsheets and whatnots....) or the family heirloom -an ancient iron chest is enough to conjure an image of her siting on the bed in the corner of the hall and all family clustered around her... some lolling on the bed around her , some on the floor, some on chairs, basking in her presence(this scene was repeatedly enacted during the Durga Pujas when everybody came together.....). My mother and aunts to this day remember her and revere her as the lady who taught them everything they needed to know to run a household efficiently. Wish modern day maas-in-law could take a leaf from her life........
I love the smell of my maa's freshly baked cake (every b'day in the family, christmas, new year and all requests are honoured), her wonderful smelling dhosas & idlis, her dhokas & chole and of course her chilli chicken & very own bangali payas...... the list can go on..... both salivary glands and memory together happily.....working overtime.
I remember the smell of the old big library at my school Bishop Westcott Girls School, Namkum , Ranchi .... musty and old worldish, how the warmth engulfed me when I settled down on one of the old black benches, with a charles dickens or an agatha christie....our English teacher Mrs. Mehra who was also the librarian, with her porcelain skin and twinkling grey eyes , slight 60 year old frame......and crystal clear voice who brought to life all the characters in the shakespeare plays and thomas hardy and charles dickens classics and instilled in me the love for English as a beautiful and expressive language. To this day, my first impulse when I lay my hands on a book, is to take it to my nose and inhale deeply..... funnily enough, books which have smelt good have always been a pleasure to read!!!Haa.....haaa....
There are also smells which are associated with certain difficult phases of life but in this case I chose not to follow the smell trail.......
Let only happy memories prevail!!