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Roots and wings

Yesterday was a beautiful experience for me as well as for one of my clients, Parvathi, and she couldn’t withhold much of her excitement. So, i begged her to put her delighted thoughts into the words that i so enjoyed reading, and now hope you will too:

“I have vivid memories of all the fuss my mother used to create over hair care – I think it is the typical South Indian household thing. .

It was a standard but consistent routine : Oil, comb and plait your hair twice a day – plait tied with a black ribbon at the end and folded back up with a pretty bow behind the ears; oil bath once a week washed away with home-ground soap nut powder or besan (oil was carefully prepared with a variety of ingredients and heated up – dried leaves of hibiscus, curry leaves, henna). I wonder how she managed to do this for two girls, with all the responsibilities of being a daughter-in-law in a joint family and in an era that did not know much kitchen equipments.

I must say the investment paid off – I had thick, jet black hair that touched my hips and could not be held in a single hand. My mother used to mutter in agony with a back ache while washing my hair – that will add to the force she applied and my crying session would ensue. On oil bath days , blood red eyes and a headache in the evening were the norm for me – with hair so thick near the scalp it will not dry till the evening. But that did not stop the ritual in any way.

During my teenage days, I remember the new additions – Keshavardhini and Neeli bringadhi oil. When I stayed in a hostel during my college days, the weekly, sky-blue inland letter from my mother will have two standard advises in the last paragraph; “Eat well and eat on time” and “Don’t forget to take oil baths every week”. And I did – I remember the relaxed Sundays in the hostel room with friends, thick hair washed, dried and tied together in a plait.

Cutting your hair, styling it were taboo for girls in my household. Leaving it untied would be met with raised eye brows from the grandmother. Being the rebel that I was, I was the first one to trim my hair and leave it open when I started work (why spend so much time and effort just to tie up the beautiful hair, was my logical question). It was nothing less than a scandal when I trimmed my hair one inch.

So my hair – thick, beautiful and tied up – became my identity. Other than the occasional wash and blow dry I never experimented with my hair style and had reservations about it too, part of the upbringing and deep rooted practices.

I have grown and evolved over the years from the shy girl from rural Tamil Nadu to the confident woman that I am today – I juggle multiple roles with ease, have pulled myself up from the many experiences life threw at me, have eclectic interests and a zest for life . All of these have added layers to my personality. But my hair continued to be the constant thing – Tied, Plain and conservative.

Here I was, sitting at the hair stylist with Babita. I hear her say to the stylist, “I want layers, make a change in the partition, a snip here and a cut here to frame the face with a strand”. I could not help but blurt out “be conservative when you cut, leave the length as much as possible”.

While the stylist is at work, Babita and I chatter about the south Indian long hair and common experiences. Out of the corner of my eyes, I see strands of Meera shikakai , Keshavardhini and hours of pampering falling on the floor. I close my eyes as the stylist dries and set the curls and fringes.

The mirror does not lie and smiles back at me. The layers dance and bounce, as free spirited as I am. The strands frame my face perfectly bringing out the glint in the eyes. The stylist says “You have such thick hair, you can afford to experiment with any style”. It strikes me then that my tied down thick hair is not a limitation anymore, but it is the foundation and a pre-requisite that allows me to explore.

It is not just a hair cut, it is a transformation.   I drive back home with a smile and realize that your roots don’t have to tie you down. Your roots give you the strength to branch out ; your roots give you wings.

My daughter squeals at my hair-cut and plays with the curls. I tell her “Come let’s oil your hair and comb it”.”

Parvathi Viswanathan

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When cotton feels like silk

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Monday wardrobe –

The day was calling for this sari, i think. That, and my love for the color and the style of sari in general. This sari is like one of those delicious desserts that you can almost taste , just looking at them. I could imagine the feel and the colors that would go so perfectly with certain pieces of jewelry from my collection.

Wearing it, I can truthfully say it is everything I’d thought it was, who says appearances are ‘always’ deceptive? The sari’s drape is perfect and feels deliriously like silk, though it is  organic cotton. The borders are woven, and beige colored. Simple as it is, it delights me to wear something as beautiful as this particular sari, just like many of my other clothes. It almost feels as though this reflected on my day! A session that went wonderfully, a client from jammu-kashmir, even! A few delightful moments when I realize that people have traveled far and long to come for my makeover  sessions, not to mention the variety of other things that they must have had to take care of!

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I strongly believe that clothes can impact your day is so many different ways, feeling confident and comfortable just seems to push everything in the right direction, somehow. Not just clothes, even the small things matter, like the tiny moonstone that glinted on my finger, the silver  bangle on my hand and of course the antique hair pin in silver , that held my carefully mussed curls in place during my hectic day.

Ridiculous as it sounds, I am absolutely sure that it was my sari that held my day together, making it bright and beautiful, till the clouds set in, dulling the harsh sun, and cooling the air. strangely, they looked the same shade of grey as my antique pieces…

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Love

Babita Jaishankar

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New wardrobe or call it wardrobe restyling :)

I remember that moment so very clearly, when she ( let me not name her , let us call her Mrs L) calls up and ask me if i am available  that weekend to help her in shopping/wardrobe restyling.

From some one who is been following my page and FB photos She came to a not so familiar city stayed back for two days and did what she came for “SHOPPING with Babita jaishankar ” , thank you for trusting me Mrs L

“Hi Babita
I’ve booked my tickets and will arrive in Bangalore at 11am tomorrow. She ( that is Amrutha  ) mentioned that we can meet after 12pm and follow up with two days of shopping. I return to Hyderabad  on Monday evening.”

And the next two days where we were hopping from  from one  trial room to another , me eagerly waiting, going through tons of accessories – jewellery, bags and shoes and it ended all well with an amazing wardrobe.

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First thing first , the hairstyling part ….

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Enjoy a wardrobe that says a lot about who you are 🙂

love

Babita jaishankar

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