Monday, October 28, 2019

Homemade Indian masks to get ready for summer!, multani mitti and me..



I grew up pampering my skin with mom's home made masks using besan, curd, lemon, multani mitti, egg, honey and of course the store bought.... Fair and Lovely!
My mom always believed in home made remedies. 
On Sundays besides experimenting in the kitchen with recipes to feed my brothers later in the afternoon, I would open the kitchen cupboards to pull out the clear bottle of besan. Digging into the "besan" (chick pea flour) bottle I would  scoop a couple of spoons of the light yellow flour to begin my Sunday beauty ritual to brighten and clean my face. My mom had handed me down this simple recipe for a facial.

Traditional Face Mask and Rub
Mix 2 tablespoons chick pea flour with 1/4 teaspoon of of turmeric powder in 1 cup of plain curd. Leave on for 5-10 minutes. Rub off in a circular motion and then rinse off.

This one is great for a general cleaning. The turmeric acts as an antiseptic, while the chick pea flour removes excess oils on your face.

Here are 4 more that have been my favorites!!


Egg White Skin Tightener

As far as masks go, it can't get simpler than this…it leaves your skin tightened and feeling very refreshed.
Separate the egg white from the yolk. Beat for a few seconds. Put the egg white on your face and relax for about 15 minutes. Wash off with lukewarm water. Your skin will feel tight. But I guess it may not smell as fresh...I usually use a few drops of lemon after.


  Curd, Honey & Lemon Mask

Mix 1 1/2 teaspoons honey, the juice from 1/2 of a lemon, and 3-tablespoon curd. Apply to face and let set about 15 minutes. Then wash off with lukewarm water.

This one makes your skin feeling soft. I like to use strained curd for this one.


 Rose Petal Mask

Rose petals not only smell good but are good for you. Did you know that a mixture of sugar and dried rose petals is used in making Paan? Here is the rose petal mask recipe. Mix 1 tablespoon curd with 1  tablespoon honey, 2 tablespoon rose water. Add few fresh rose petals and blend to a smooth paste. Apply and leave on for 20 minutes before washing off.

Multani Mitti is fuller's earth. Light brown in color and comes in a rock form clayish.  It is good for drawing excess oils from the skin and stimulating circulation to the skin.


 Clay Mask For Pimples

Mix 3 tablespoons of fuller’s earth (multani mitti) with 2 tablespoons of rose water and add a dash of lime juice to get a paste of medium consistency. Apply a layer on your face and allow it to dry. As it dries,your skin will feel tightened. Wash off after it's fully dry. Apply a light moisturizer.

Something about Multani mitti 
Multani Mitti. This was a stuff which students of our generation, more than  fifty years ago, used to use in order  to keep their  wooden slates neat and tidy. I do not know why this stuff was named after Multan. It was off white in colour and used to come in small tablets. I doubt it very much that its source of supply was located in such  a far flung area as it was commonly available even in small villages and clusters. However, I have no clue why it was named after Multan.

In my childhood, I used to write on a wooden slate called Takhti. Needless to add that I used to study in an Islamic madarsah. The educational technology used there was several hundred years old, if not older. My Takhti was a rectangular slate made of wood, about a  little more than a foot  long and at least half  of a foot wide. At the one end, there used to be a small handle with which was used to hold it.
The Takhti was used for writing. In order to make the writing visible and legible, the surface of the Takhti was made smooth with either chalk called Khariya or Multani Mitti, which was a special kind of earthy soil. It used to come either in round or rectangular tablet like soap. It had  a special property of getting dissolved in water quickly. The solution was applied to the surface of slate and was kept in the sunlight to get dry. Once dried, the surface would become smooth on which one could write with black ink. A special pen made of Farhadde(dry munja stack) shoots was used to write on Takhti.
The trick to make a good farda pen was to choose a Farhaddewhich was neither  very  soft nor very tough. The ability to select a farda suitable for making pens came only by experience. My teacher at the primary school Mr. Hans Raj had a special knack to make pens. He would select thin, round and smooth bamboos. He used to keep a very sharp knife with which he would convert a Farhadde shoot into a fine pen. He would not let any body use his knif nor he himself would use this knife for any other purposes. These precautions were taken to protect the edge of the knife from getting corrupted. There was a special name for the knives used for making pen. These were called Qalam Tarash.
It was quiet widely believed that if you have practiced writing on a Takhti, then, your handwriting would become beautiful. If somebody’s hand writing did not reach up to standards of acceptability, then it was suspected that the person in question must not have practiced writing on a Takhti.. As there are always exceptions to the rule, my performance defied this general principle as my handwriting, despite the fact that I had been using  a Takhti for several years,  did not improve and would put both Mahatama Gandhi and Sir Winston Churchill to shame, both of whom have publicly admitted to have bad handwritings.
The ink was kept in a inkpot. In my childhood, the inks were manufactured and sold in a powdered form. We would make a reasonable solution with water and store it in a pot called inkpot. Sometimes, in order to make the solution perform better, babool wax was added to the solution.
The takhti and inkpot were not harmless creatures as they are made here to be. At the time of need, they could be used as deadly weapons. When there was a war between children, the warriors would throw inkpots and takhti at each other using them as missiles. Putting black ink at the face of a fellow classmate was a favourite pastime. Making a white kurta soiled with black ink was also fun. Sometimes, accidents also happened with these apparently harmless instruments. In my childhood, a boy named mahavir from nearby willage Laxmanpura had an accident with a pen that some body pushed her hand and the pen he was holding went straight to her eye. he was taken straight to hospital but his eye was damaged for ever with the result that he became one-eyed for the rest of her life.
That was the educational technology of the bygone era. A dry black slate and chalks were used in city schools.   A few decades later, when my children went to school, they were using paper and pencil right from the beginning. They had never seen a Takhti  and a  Farhadde pen. They did not use dry slates either. Their hand writing is not bad. My children were using a fountain pen from very junior classes.  I am not sure who was at a loss, me or them.
Some time a feeling hits  me that our generation has seen  the kind  of technological changes that no generation before us could have seen nor any generation is likely to see in future.  I started with a wooden slate and a bamboo pen and ended up with a laptop which has 55 mega bytes memory and a laser printer. I still rarely use my pen but only to sign checks. When electronic signatures become legal in our country, probably I would stop using pens altogether.
From a wooden slate and bamboo pens to a computer screen, indeed it has been a long journey.
  xoxo

Friday, October 25, 2019

Friday, October 11, 2019

चौदह तारीखें मैं याद रखती हूँ



1. 3 जनवरी - मेरी भतीजी का जन्मदिन
2. 14 जनवरी - मेरी भतीजी का जन्मदिन
3. 11 मार्च - माँ का जन्मदिन

4. 11 अप्रैल - मेरी भतीजी का जन्मदिन
5. 22 अप्रैल - पिताजी का जन्मदिन
6. 2 अप्रैल - मेरी बेटी का जन्मदिन
7. 14 मई - मेरे भतीजे का जन्मदिन
8. जुलाई 5- बेटे का जन्मदिन
9. 6 अगस्त - भाई का जन्मदिन
10. 12 अगस्त - बहन का जन्मदिन
11. 22 अगस्त - भाई का जन्मदिन
12. 22 सितंबर - मेरी भतीजी का जन्मदिन
13. 17 नवंबर - मेरा जन्मदिन
14. 3 दिसंबर - बहन का जन्मदिन

xoxo

Wednesday, August 21, 2019

The best is yet to come


The powers that be ,are not at rest
They are healing mending, making you the best
The light from the sun warms you from outside
While the creator and the angels heal the best part of you, the inside
Maybe your life has been bad in the past
Leave it there it is of no use to you
For this is now, this is how
Let the innate intelligence do the rest
Let me show you where this light is
It is more powerful than the sun
When you finally believe
This light is inside you
Congratulations for now you have won
The battle of self is over
Accept your victory and your prize
Believe this innate promise
Accept this innate love
You are finally home
Sit right down here my friend
For the best is yet to come
Oh how wrong is the belief
That the dance of creation is over

xoxo
That you are who you are
That the creator is far away
That you cannot be heard
Sort of an old story that has been told
Of a beginning and an end
Well clear your mind
Creation never rests never stops
Always moving always creating
We are only at the start of creation, continuing on
Brace yourself for a new and glorious day
For the best is yet to come

Friday, August 9, 2019

its me..



There is lots of news, you see – so much, I’m not even too sure where to begin: I finished writing my paper for the forthcoming conference at Shimla, the one about caribian Indians celebrating Indian tradition,that ihave been working on now for longer than I can remember; I sat a question papers for the girls of NGO.  I have been baking a fair bit: cake recipe testing, writing another paper at Qatar and analyzing the slum data for that paper.Rehana turned five to a fanfare of twinkling candles, bundi ladoo, kindle joy and chocolate cake. In other news: the clocks went back an hour, the days somehow got longer, and I finally finished reading The Indian Idealogy by Perry Anderson to better understand the article 370 which is talk of the day,  you really should read too. So prettily written and so wonderfully evocative.

xoxo

Lata Mangeshkar - Payoji Maine Ram Ratan Dhan Payo

Friday, August 2, 2019

bajra and me!


When I was a kid my grandmaa use to make bajra roti in winter season. In summer she prefers to make missi roti. While the poor people depended on bajra roti for whole the year. That was the time when breach between the rich and poor classes was wide, that’s why poor landless and marginal farmers  shun bajra for regular use as this was cheap and locally available in our village. At that time in kharif season bajra ,guar , moong, moth were grown and in rabi season gram/chana was grown along with some sarson.
bajra roti with dallop of aluni ghee

I still remember when we first we decided to farm. It was munia chachi who helped us for all the farming activities and deals she was very industrious, honest worker, she was about 25 at that time.
xoxo