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By Paramita Maitra ( from Malaysia)
In late spring this year, while visiting my family and friends in India, I longed to travel the chimerical contours of the country roads. The air suffused with life –
“Light, my light, the world filling light, the eye-kissing light, heart-sweetening light!
Ah, the light dances, my darling,
at the centre of my life;
the light strikes, my darling the chords of my love;
the sky opens, the wind runs wild,
laughter passes over the earth.
The butterflies spread their sails
on the sea of light. Lilies and jasmines surge up
on the crest of the waves of light.
The light is shattered into gold on every cloud,
my darling, and it scatters gems in profusion.
Mirth spreads from leaf to leaf, my darling,
and gladness without measure.
The heaven’s river has drowned its banks and the flood of joy is abroad.”
– Rabindranath Tagore
I did not have any specific place on my mind but I was recommended to travel to Mayapur – the spiritual capital of the world. Mayapur, located on the banks of River Ganga and at the point of its confluence with River Jalangi, is considered holy by Hindus especially the Gaudiya Vaishnavite sect as Sri Chaitanya Mahaprabhu, an incarnation of Lord Krishna, was born here in 1486 A.D.
India starts to bake by the time spring closes in. I wanted to start early and travel by road. Half the houses in my neighborhood slept with their ceiling fans on and windows open on a cool early Saturday morning when I started my journey. The street lights were still on; the lull of the cityscape broken by the overwhelming chorus of the crows. The roads were empty barring few merchandise laden busty trucks whizzing by. The shops on the roadside were closed; stray dogs and vagrants comfortably asleep in the open hugging the shops’ entrance turfs. The early morning walkers, corporation cleaners, the milkmen and the paper boys were all out on their daily grind.
As soon as I hit the country roads the refreshing cool air gushed inside my car and I rolled down all the four windows fully. The de-congested amorphic roads looked cleaner than the city ones; flanked by emerald paddy fields on both sides with occasional sights of groves of bananas, papayas, and mangoes; the tea shops smoky with the coal fired ovens kindled. Old and wise men sat on the wooden benches; some on their haunches with morning regional dailies folded neatly by their side and waiting for the hot milky sugared tea before starting to read, opine, smoke and re-read the papers hanging on till the end of a second cuppa.
The day was breaking fast and my car sped along. I was not in a hurry now to reach Mayapur. I adored the morning of the spring countryside. Roosters tooting, the ducks and ducklings dawdling in a neat train towards the country pond, and the cows herded outside the stables to sun kissed lush fields preceded by the herdsman chewing the neem twig and looking groggy. The ladies’ sweeping and sloshing the mud floors of their houses ushering in a new day. Washed porches and wet dung aurified the countryscape. Little girls and boys accompanied by elderly ladies and holding onto empty pots gathered around the community water taps either for a wash or for a fill. The dogs did not bother to wink even, lying down on their lazy bones on the dewy spring green grass, though I honked often to avoid running over chicks and ducklings trying to cross the road.
Thus a cathartic journey to ISKCON (International Society for Krishna Consciousness) in Mayapur followed tending to erase the crepuscular shades of life. A spring, a cool morning and a new day beckoning. Before reaching the ISKCON temple I stopped at a couple of unornamented temples on the way all celebrating the life and epoch stories of Sri Chaitanya Mahaprabhu. Fascinating to share is the huge lush neem tree under which Mahaprabhu was supposed to be born and the hut where he grew up as a boy. Sri Chaitanya Math, as it is called, houses both the auspicious tree and the hut.
Clay life-sized dolls depicting the growing up years of Mahaprabhu are on display inside the hut. Leaving Sri Chaitanya Math to the left and driving few km ahead I finally reached the Sri Chaitanya Chandrodaya temple which is a rare and first built temple by ISKCON in Mayapur and the whole world. I was astounded at the mammoth premises of the temple – it seemed an infinite spread out complete with beautiful landscaped gardens, walkways, lakes, souvenir bazaars, cow sheds, accommodations, eating and food joints, prayer halls, library, cooking and serving prasad chambers, and temples dedicated to Lord Krishna and Radha, Lord Narasimha, and samadhi of Swami Prabhupada, founder of ISKCON. The deities of Lord Krishna and Radha flanked by four gopis on each side are stunningly decorated, even if one is not religious yet bound to fall in for the Lord’s deep doe-like eyes and his joyful troupe.
The loud soulful Hare Krishna chants, the unnerving ambience all around smelling of mounds of fresh flowers, brass diyas brightly lit with wicks soaked in mustard oil and camphor and dhunas giving out thick vaporous grey smoke from the burning coconut shells and powdered charcoal and incense, the transcendental oscillating dancing of the devotees, the all absorbing aarati and the aroma of the bhog engulfed my senses completely.
The ostentatious new complex still under construction coupled with the swanky cafeterias, piazzas, the younger devotees wiled away onto smart-phones, the exorbitantly priced temple fares was impregnated by a thin blur of racial discrimination where the local boys cook, serve meals and clean utensils and the foreigners or rather the white skinned get to offer the aarati and bhog to the Lord. A more vivid portrait where I was myself very much part of – the sun was too hot at the noontime and the path to the cow shed too long. I thought of taking the e-rickshaws plying on the temple premises ferrying devotees, resident-devotees, tourists and travelers from one building to another. Funnily the one that stopped at my wave was already carrying a white devotee and before I could jump in he shouted out at the driver not to pick up other passengers on the way while he’s on board and the driver barely nodded and whisked by. I could see that the driver was alarmed at the outcry and thought best to heed resident devotees, powerful enough to cancel his rickshaw permit, rather than an accidental traveler whose skin color brushes off as an underling.
Little do we fathom that Lord Krishna himself took the darkish blue black skin color, accounts of such pictorial depictions are diverse, and a whole sect sprung singing glories unto Sri Chaitanya Mahaprabhu who himself is believed to be an incarnation of Lord Krishna. Devotees – white and black, brown and yellow, local and global of various races and religions – have been all pervaded by the Hare Krishna Movement started by ISKCON. The large constructions inside the temple premises, funded by the rich and the powerful abroad, are sheer masks of shallow pedantry exhibiting the entirety of the ISKCON, sadly obfuscating the spirit of the ordinary people who lose their nucleus on the path to Krishna-bhakti. The love of Krishna should have come on the devotee’s lips for a fatigued traveler both marching onward onto the journey of inward cognition.
To me Mayapur reflected a solemn project with its liturgies unbroken – the quintessence of life’s celebrations openly immersed and washed away by the tumescent grey waters of the River Ganga to the shores of Navadvip. There’s a local adage that when you visit Mayapur never go back without setting foot on the holy soil of Navadvip. Un-feigningly, Mayapur manifests exteriority while Navadvip is its essentiality.
Navadvip, situated on the western side of the River Ganga, is the birthplace of Sri Chaitanya Mahaprabhu and the seat of Vaishnavism. It is from Navadvip Sri Chaitanya Mahaprabhu and his cult emanated the ardour of their allegiance to Krishna-bhakti in erstwhile Bengal. He played a prominent role as a social reformer in the 16th century when Navadvip was ruled by Lakshman Sen, the famous ruler of the Sen Dynasty. Thick with narrow alleys, vintage buildings and shops, built during the regal rule and mostly dilapidated with doodled walls, the city is house to numerous big and small temples reveling in the golden glories of Hinduism and Vaishnavism. What a merry sight to watch the embellished clay idols of Sri Chaitanya Mahaprabhu and his life’s story! The dexterity with which these clay life sized dolls were brought to life speaks volumes of the artisans’ handiwork. They look so real and a pleasure to experience in person. Time permits a visit to the famous Dwadas Shiv Mandir and Sri Chaitanya Saraswat Math is a must. In the month of November, the Bengali month of Aghrayan, the city enraptures in a convivial mood celebrating the joy and jewel of the Rash festival. The all-powerful reinvigorating Harinam Sankirtan, the congregational street chanting by the devotees of the Vaishnava cult dancing to the lilting mridangas and hand cymbals is a common sight on the crowded roads of Navadvip. I felt that the Hare Rama Hare Krishna/Krishna Krishna Hare Hare chants infuses a heady aura combing out sooty tangles that blanket the subconscious being in us. We, mortal human beings, get caught in the universe’s eternal pursuit of birth and death, annihilation and construction, beginnings and ends – life paused by decay with no cultivation of soul’s cognizance and finally perishing in imprudence.
My travel to Mayapur and Navadvip ended with a visit to the Sonar Gauranga temple – an ethereal sighting of the golden shrine of Sri Chaitanya Mahaprabhu. His footwear is preserved here in a glass encase. I was not daunted by the evening setting in and quite determined to enter the shrine and linger on for some time before heading home. The old stately building, that houses the temple has sections in rot and the entrance veiled by low-hanging electrical wires from poles erected near its doorstep, is not actually a charming view from the road. Once entering the building and climbing the few old narrow rickety stairs I was ushered in to a huge black and white chequered foyer with a vast canopy-like ceiling. On my left a long flight of stairs led to the temple entrance fortified in iron bars behind which the gold idol of Sri Chaitanya Mahaprabhu, impeccably bedecked, was seated in a silver throne. What an elegant display of humility, love, kindness and benevolence!
Driving back home leaving a pinkish orange sun kissing the sky good night in the background, I sensed the humid, hot and dusty air gradually caressing my limbs. My body and eventually my senses got embroiled in the nature’s fire. I stopped in the Navadvip city market and drank gallons of cool bottled water and dabbed my face with refrigerated ice. The temperatures did soar while I criss-crossed the temples in the sweltering heat of the day but the twilight looked like slapping muggy air onto your face. That was terrible indeed. The pace of life unraveled the night bazaar slowly preparing to open its vegetables, fruits, and fish and poultry baskets, the dust in the tracks being settled by the water sprinklers, hesitant children returning home from playgrounds and some already on their way to tutorials, men enjoying a long smoke and an animated chat in the neighborhood before picking up rations on their way back home from work and women of the households starting to prepare dinner.
A conventional setting of a neighborhood amidst the backdrop of a distinctive personality who cultivated a human crop solely on pure love cherishing the heritage intrinsic to Sanātana Dharma akin to cosmic order. Through transcendental love by chanting Hare Rama Hare Krishna/Krishna Krishna Hare Hare Sri Chaitanya Mahaprabhu was instrumental in spreading the universal message of oneness – the spirit of the soul is supreme and that it vibrates in harmony. The carnal actions performed by the body are mere illusions to realizing the purity of the heart; malevolence, ire and jealousy of the delusional world push us into the quicksand of the cyclic period of life and death and over.
In the Kaliyug when we fought over caste and creed and false prestige, Sri Chaitanya Mahaprabhu appeared as a flicker in our lives trying to douse the acrimonious fire mightily spread in the sea of humanity. He imparted transcendental knowledge entwining mortal lives to take the plunge into the ocean of transcendental bliss. After the pious soul left his body the human race tried impersonating his teachings but vehemently failed in the conduct of one’s spiritual individuality. Over the centuries and times the ring of material lint blinded our heart’s lens so opaque that we commoditised Sri Chaitanya Mahaprabhu learning his text and growing his order but ignoring the blight that had gradually settled in Mahaprabhu’ s grounding eroding the essence of his incarnation as Lord Krishna. Krishna’s teachings were directed at all aspects of life and organizing our lives through practical engagements brings us closer to the transcendental plane of Krishna consciousness. True that learning texts, acquiring knowledge, chanting hymns guide our actions well. However without practical application theoretical knowledge is of little value. In Mayapur Sri Chaitanya Mahaprabhu thus continues to be revered as an ornamental potpourri where an order supplants life; in Navadvip the pneuma is intact in the physique where essence of living a simple life is the bedrock in the thick of long narrow meandering alleys, modest locales, and unpretentious ways of sustaining life.
When you become a mother, you tend to forget about your own needs because you are so focused on your child. With the baby keeping you busy all day and night, your skincare takes a backseat. It's not always changes in skin texture and looks post-pregnancy are a bad thing, but not taking care of your skin may lead to acne, melasma, stretch marks, puffy eyes, and even dark circles. Syed Nazim, Dermatologist, Aesthetic and Hair Transplant Surgeon, Royal Lush Skin Clinic Saket, New Delhi, shares simple and easy tips for you to follow, to get a glowing post-pregnancy.
* Cleansing: As you sleep, your skin goes through a renewal cycle, by dispensing toxins and debris. So you only need a light-textured cleanser to wash your face with a face wash that is suitable for your skin type.
* Steam: Take steam for 2-3 days a week, it will help you to open up your clogged pores.
* Scrub & face pack: Use a face scrub, to remove the dead skin cells, scrub your face for like 5 minutes and wash it with normal tap water. It will help you to make your skin softer and radiant, leave the mask until it dries off.
* Toner & moisturizer: Apply toner to your face, look for clarifying toners that rebalance your pH to maintain the pH value of your skin. In the end, you only have to moisturize your face, to give hydration.
* Steal baby products: Baby products are always mild in nature so that the baby's sensitive skin doesn't have to compromise. They are created to lock moisture in babies skin. So, you can also use them. Whether it's a body oil, lotion or cream, apply some on your skin every time you're applying them on your baby. If you do this, you can flaunt your skin, this way, you don't have to dedicate a specific time every day for your skincare.
When you become a mother, you tend to forget about your own needs because you are so focused on your child. | Photo by Jenna Norman on Unsplash
* Keep all skincare needs in one place: Organize all your skincare products in one place, this organization will help you way much better than anything. Make use of your "me time" and devote it properly to pamper yourself.
* Streaming your routine: Make a proper timetable, for your week how many days you are going to deep cleanse your skin in a week.
If we talk about the baby skincare routine this is important too. As the baby's skin is too sensitive and they are interacting with such a harsh environment -- pollution, high temperature etc. Don't worry there are some simple and easy enough tips. Here, what you should know, with regards to bath, diapering, selecting items and that's just the beginning.
* Bath time: Babies need two to three baths a week in warm, not hot water to stay clean. The initial step to an extraordinary child shower is to track down the ideal temperature. Tip: Fill the bath without any more than 2 to 3 creeps of water. To keep your child from getting cold while you wash them, routinely pour cupfuls of water over their shoulders.
* Diaper Basics: There are a lot of things you'll have to do for your little one when they're an infant, like changing your baby's diaper regularly, cleaning tenderly however completely each time with child wipes. Make the surface saturated yet dry simultaneously as well. There are countless myths around diaper rashes that it is caused because of the usage of diapers. But no, it is due to a lack of attention and knowledge about the correct time to change the diaper. Else it will get worse for your child.
* Awareness of Products: Always read the product label before purchasing products for your infant. It's ideal to avoid chemical and alcohol-based products. Use products that are made explicitly for infants.
The baby's skin is too sensitive and they are interacting with such a harsh environment -- pollution, high temperature etc. | Photo by Jill Sauve on Unsplash
Newborn babies are so delicate, requiring a lot of care and attention. A single mistake or slip of mind can make things worse. Keep your infant's skin saturated, as well, so consistently have a stockpile of moisturizers around. But excessive oil can cause cradle caps, and dryness can create painful scenarios. If your child is facing such issues you need to consult a certified dermatologist.
(Article originally published on IANS life) (IANS/MBI)
Keywords: temperature,sensitive,babies, skincare,child,products
A couple of years ago, finding a strand of grey hair meant visiting the parlor to cover it up. Women and men refused to admit their age, and refused to let it show. Be it moustache, eyebrows, or hair on the head, it was dyed a luscious black, or reddish-brown for those who wanted to go natural. Today, the trend of coloring hair has nothing to do with age. Young boys and girls sport bright colors and hairstyles, which is now a marker of how modern one can be.
This notion of modernity associated with neon streaks and an almost gothic look originates from the ancient Egyptian civilization, where it was considered fashionable to look different from the natural features one was born with. Kohl, lipstick, perfume, and makeup were the inventions of those who hoped to live even after death. Likewise, they were the first people to discover hair dye. Initially, they dyed their hair black, to cover the grey. They used compounds that were extracted from plants, but some of them were lethal. So, they took to extracting the color from fermented leeches.
This was when a chemical was discovered to gently lighten hair color instead of completely bleaching it, and since then, there have been varying degrees of blonde and brown hair. Image credit: Photo by Jessie Dee Dabrowski on Unsplash
When bleach was discovered, women used it to achieve a yellow color, which became known as the sign of prostitutes. The focus shifted to naturally red hair when Queen Elizabeth took the throne, as she suffered from a genetic mutation which caused this. Red heads became more common in Scotland and Ireland, and everywhere else, black hair was still the norm.
When William Perkins discovered mauve during an experiment that went wrong, the concept of mixing two or more chemicals together to create a dye became well-known. So colorless chemicals were developed and mixed in varying ratios to dye hair. When the movie Platinum Blonde was released, the trend of having pale hair increased greatly. People began to go blonde everywhere. This was when a chemical was discovered to gently lighten hair color instead of completely bleaching it, and since then, there have been varying degrees of blonde and brown hair.
Youngsters prefer to sport bright, flashy colors, like teal, blue, purple, and even pink. Image credit: Photo by Tom van Kessel on Unsplash
With the arrival of pop-culture and its influence on the world, these mundane colors are reserved for the elderly. Youngsters prefer to sport bright, flashy colors, like teal, blue, purple, and even pink. Every time a new star sports a different color, the trend sparks interest in others, and sweeps across the globe like a wildfire. Hair dye has come a long way since the time of the Egyptians in the first century. Two thousand years hence, it has the potential to grow into so much more.
Keywords: Hair Color, Hair Dye, Egyptians, Perkins, Pop Culture
The history of Daryaganj goes back to the era of Mughal dynasty, and so its history is as old as the old city of Shahjahanabad, now Chandni Chowk. Interestingly, this market was known as Faiz Bazaar in the Mughal era and was considered as an important commercial place.
In fact, at that time this area was very posh, and had beautiful houses on both sides of a stream from a hauz (meaning, water storage tank) flowing down the centre. Not only this, trees were lined up for shade and it looked like a marvellous garden had been turned into a market.
Also, there used to be Lohe ka Pull which used to connect shops lined on both sides of the market starting from Delhi Gate to the Iron Bridge, but now the pull no longer exists. Well, there's no doubt that the old city of Shahjahanabad was beautiful crafted!
One of the most beautiful things about Daryaganj is its famous book market, known as the Sunday Patri Kitaab Bazaar. Sunday is specifically added here because the book market takes place only on Sundays, that, too, from 9am till 6pm.
Booksellers set up their shops on Patri (footpath). Hence, the name is Sunday Patri Kitaab Bazaar. Photo by Flickr.
In this market, you can find all kinds and genres of books at cheapest rates. In fact, some booksellers sell books according to kilos, and this is really astounding to see. From stationery to art supplies, you can find everything here and that, too, in a lot of variety.
It is interesting to see that some of the shopkeepers of Daryaganj book market are selling books from the past 50-60 years. Not only this, Daryaganj book market is also famous for its branded electronic goods and science lab equipments.
Apart from this, you can also find some of the lost traces of British rule, which once existed in India, in this market in the form of coins, photographs, and even their personal belongings. There is absolutely no doubt that Daryaganj book market offers a lot more than books, as it offers glimpses of the past.
So, if you are someone who is not just into books but also colonisation of India, then you must visit Daryaganj book market and experience a mixture of past and present!
Keywords: Daryaganj Book Market, Books, Old Delhi, Chandni Chowk, India, Mughal Dynasty.