• If there is one thing I’ve learnt in this world it’s this: Most people have issues with their hair. Actually most people have issues with everything. Very few seem to be happy with what they are and what they have which is why there are so many Gurus giving so much advice about so many ‘issues’. With regard to hair, there are basically two issues

    • removing the hair that you don’t want
    • improving the hair that you do want

    Obviously hair has an important part to play in our anatomy or it wouldn’t have been there in the first place and would have fallen off like the tail man lost during the course of his evolution into Homo Sapiens. But equally obvious is the fact that every human is not happy with his hair: men love hair on their bodies while women don’t. The minute a baby girl is born the first cause for concern is the lack or otherwise of hair on her head and the lack or otherwise of hair on her body. Indian babies are subject to the traditional oil bath to improve the quality and quantity of hair on the head and are rubbed down with unguents to remove the fine hair on their bodies. Happy Hairless compares the different kinds of hair removal methods available in today’s market and pronounces depilation as by far the best, painless and most effective way to remove hair but I’d like to think that nothing can compare with the old fashioned lemon and sugar ‘wax’ that we made at home. I first learnt of this method when I’d spent one night at my friend N’s house. She had promised to teach me how to make ‘wax’ at home so we got up early before her pesky brother was awake and made our way into the kitchen. There she took three lemons and squeezed them into half a cup of sugar. We stirred the mixture in a thick aluminium pot till the sugar dissolved and the mixture started thickening. Then quickly taking the pot off the heat, we made our way into the bedroom where we powdered our legs and applied the thick wax with a butter knife. Then slap went a thick strip of cotton cloth which we yanked upwards to leave our legs smooth and hairless. This process was repeated month after month and year after year till finally now we have no hair to pull out! Admittedly, this has much to do with aging and the natural process of reduced hair growth rather than waxing. But while we don’t have hairy legs, we’ve developed hairy chins which means our battle with removing body hair is far from over yet!

    So while we have one obsession with removing hair, we have another with improving the quality of hair on our heads. I particularly had a head of thick, curly, unruly hair and was actually called Gollywog ( those days it was allowed) and I would spend hours pouring over articles on how to improve one’s hair .  I remember once coming out of my bedroom with my turbaned hair having a strangely rancid smell, much to the disgust of my dermatologist father who  firmly refused to believe that hair quality could be changed and was quite amused by my attempts at improving my hair. I sheepishly told him that I’d made a mixture of raw egg, beaten yoghurt and warm olive oil which I’d massaged into my scalp and then wound my head with a hot towel so that my hair would be soft, thick and silky. He gave me a withering look and said sarcastically that’ I’d forgotten to add the mustard seeds  ( tadka) alluding to the fact that all Indian food is tempered with mustard seeds that pop in hot oil! Over the years, I’ve tried all kinds of things to improve my hair – hot oil massages, henna treatment, Evian and Olive oil, washing with soap seeds ( reetha), changing my shampoo every month, changing my hair dresser and hair style every six weeks so that my thick and unruly hair would look well groomed. And now that my hair is soft,silky, thin and fly away am I happy? Naturally not! I would do anything to get back the lovely head of healthy hair of my left youth left behind .

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  • Today I realise that there are many things I have to be grateful for – the first among them being my table of plenty.The first among them being the ability to eat what I want when I want.   How lucky I am  to be able to eat what I want when I want ( yes despite my Government’s ban on beef my favourite meat). I am grateful not only for the ability to purchase what I want but also the fact that I can eat what I want because I don’t have any dietary restrictions because of health reasons. With most of my friends on the other side of fifty, there are several of us who have to change our eating habits either because of extra weight or because of other health issues.

    Thank you for the world so sweet,
    Thank you for the food we eat.
    Thank you for the birds that sing,
    Thank you God for everything.

    — Author Unknown

    It’s been a while since I’ve heard this prayer but last week  while I was attending my grandson’s orientation at Nursery school I was happy to hear it again. There’s a strange kind of comfort hearing these words recited in the singsong voice of the teacher, and it brought back a rush of memories – mainly of school when we had to say this prayer before lunch every day. Thanking God for what is on our table is not exactly the first thing that comes to mind when one is hungry but it is definitely on our minds when we burp our satisfaction. So today I am grateful for the chance to hear this prayer, reminding me of how lucky I am to go to school yet again!

    Taking care of my grandson is rewarding for me and helpful to my daughter. How lucky am I that I have the energy and capacity to take care of yet another generation in this world. I am way past the age of conventional motherhood but my grandson keeps me young and while most of my friends have creaky knees, I can still squat in a trice! The chance to meet other young mothers and watch another generation is not available to all – many grandmothers are long distance grannies while some women don’t have grand children at all!

    What I am most grateful for though this month, is the roof over my head. With the rains literally pouring down on us, I am lucky that I have a house that doesn’t leak. I am also happy that I don’t have to go out to work and can stay dry and comfortable while its raining outside. And today as I sit in front of the computer, I am grateful for the sun even if it is a bit weak and pale. While the rains have been welcome, the continuous drip this past week has left my clothes hanging on the wash line forever so I’m grateful indeed for this breather.
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    With all my friends chugging along towards old age, many of us have old parents to care for. Today I am grateful for my own parents who are (touch wood )in good health. Reliable help is hard to come by these days and looking after sick parents can be quite a back breaking job for children who are aging themselves.

    We’ve just passed the Summer Solstice and in some parts of the world the days just get longer and longer. At times like this I’m grateful indeed for living where I am – for days that are almost equally divided between darkness and light for the better part of the year .

    For these and many other things, I am indeed very grateful.

  • “Oh no!” I thought looking up at the sky last Friday. ” It looks like rain!”

    Alas! It was more than just rain – it was a veritable deluge with the rain getting heavier with each passing minute. On normal days I love the rain as it gives me a chance to stay indoors, listen to some music, curl up with a book and gorge on some onion bhajiyas but somehow, the grey clouds on Friday  cast more than a pall of gloom – they also spelled DOOM because I was going to entertain some really important people on Sunday – the Board of Directors coming down specially to celebrate the tenth anniversary of our company’s opening an office in Mumbai – an important milestone in our lives. It was a party which had to be more than perfect and a rainy day wasn’t going to help!

    Ordinarily a wet day means unwashed clothes which if left unwashed emit a strange smell . Yet strangely, if washed and left drying, they also emit a strange smell.  A wet day also means that kitchen smells remain indoors and what normally smells aromatic and tempting only smells foul and annoying. Imagine welcoming guests to smells of frying bhajiyas, chicken tandooring and the overbearing  odour of onion and garlic? And things don’t get any better when these smells mingle with French perfume and deodorants…………

    “You’ve got to do something,” Hubby Dear said to me when he found that the hand towel he wiped his hands on had a faint smell of garlic. “You can’t have the house smelling like this!”

    “What can I do!” I wailed. If I put on the agarbattis you complain that you begin wheezing and I can’t go out and get any flowers –  the roads are flooded and I’m sure there won’t be any  flower sellers today!”

    “Oh well I’m sure you’ll think of something,” he challenged, expecting me to work miracles (as I normally do)

    I looked around the linen cupboard and found some aromatic candles. ” These should do the trick,” I said smugly to myself and proceeded to light them all over the house. But, funnily enough, Deep Fried Oily + Damp and wet clothes + Overpowering Garlic Ginger+ Aromatic Garam Masala+ Freshly cooking Basmati Rice+ Shallow Frying Fish + Tandoori Chicken + Nina Ricci’s L’Air du Temps + Davidoff’s  Cool Water + Vanilla of the scented candles only served to make things worse.

    “This is not going to work,” said Hubby Dear stating the obvious. “Put them out!”

    I was at my wits’ end. There were already too many smells and  I could already imagine the already offended olfactory nerves getting further offended with additional smells of wet umbrellas and muddy shoes adding to the profusion  of fragrances, perfumes, odours and malodours. With ten more men coming in, there would be a fresh onslaught of After Shaves and colognes adding to the mishmash of smells.  There was no way I could open any windows in the living room without having the table cloth flying out of the window taking my meal along with it. And there was no other way I could let the smells out.

    “Well, just lump it,” I said, half-heartedly admitting defeat ” There’s nothing really I can do unless I pass along the clothes pegs.”

    I could see that Hubby Dear was not even mildly amused.

    Just then, I found a cannister of AmbiPur Air effects peeping out from behind my computer.


    “AHA,”  I thought, help is at hand.

    “Stop!” yelled out Hubby Dear. “What’s that? I don’t want you spraying something that will have the house smell like pesticide.”

    “Well, pesticide is better than foul smell isn’t it? ” I countered, not wanting to give up on my last resource even before the first puff. ” And if this doesn’t work nothing really will! ” I added boldly, crossing my fingers that I wouldn’t be proved wrong.

    Saying a quick prayer, I aimed the nozzle away from my face and pressed the trigger. Within two puffs the air was transformed. The foul smells were gone and a gentle smell of clean took their place instead. Emboldened by success, I sprayed AIR effects throughout the house and sat back relaxed waiting for the bell to ring and the dinner guests to arrive.

    Thank You ! AmbiPur  for turning  my House from Smelly to Smiley! I say to myself as I hear the door bell go

    Ding Dong !

    “Welcome home! Welcome home!” says my husband shaking hands with our guests as I silently whisper “GoodBye”  to household Odours.

    P.S. AmbiPur is easy to use – the trigger is smooth, the spray doesn’t make the eyes smart or irritate and has a gentle pleasant fragrance that is long lasting  and  masks all unpleasant household smells.

    I am blogging for #SmellyToSmiley at BlogAdda in association with Ambi Pur.”

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