বসন্তের জন্য অপেক্ষা

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  প্রিয় ঋতু কি কেউ জিজ্ঞেস করলে বিভ্রান্ত হয়ে পড়বো। কোনটা প্রিয় ঋতু? সবগুলোই যে প্রিয়! আমার বর্তমান ঠিকানা যুক্তরাষ্ট্রের দ্বিতীয় ক্ষুদ্রতম অঙ্গরাজ্য ডেলওয়্যার।এই ডেলওয়্যারে প্রতিটা মৌসুম ভিন্নতা নিয়ে আসে। যেহেতু এখানে প্রতিটা ঋতুর একটা   স্বতন্ত্র অস্তিত্ব  আছে তাই তাদের প্রতি আমার পৃথক পৃথক ভালোবাসা জন্মে গেছে। প্রতিটা ঋতুই নিয়ে আসে অনন্য আমেজ, প্রকৃতি সাজে অনুপম সাজে। সেই সাজ  যেন অন্য ঋতুগুলোর চেয়ে একেবারে ভিন্ন। এই যেমন এখন গুটিগুটি পায়ে এসেছে ঋতুরানী বসন্ত: আকাশে-বাতাসে ঝঙ্কৃত হচ্ছে তার আগমনী সুর, আমি সেই সুর শুনতে পাই।  সবগুলো ঋতু প্রিয় হলেও নিজেকে শীতকালের বড় ভক্ত বলে দাবী করতে পারিনা। গ্রীষ্মপ্রধান দেশে যার জন্ম এবং বেড়ে ওঠা, তার পক্ষে ঠান্ডা আবহাওয়াতে মানিয়ে নেওয়া কার্যত কষ্টকর, বিশেষত সেই শীতকাল যদি চার-পাঁচ মাস স্থায়ী হয়। তাই শীতকাল বিদায় নিয়ে যখন বসন্তকাল আবির্ভূত হয় তখন এক একদিন জানলা দিয়ে বাইরে তাকিয়ে ভাবি, "এত্ত সুন্দর একটা দিন দেখার সৌভাগ্য হলো আমার!" শোবার ঘরের জানলা দিয়ে প্রভাতের বাসন্তী রঙের রোদ এসে ভাসিয়ে দেয় কাঠের মেঝে, সাদা আরামকে

Snaps of the past

The large portrait doubles the splendor of the modern living room where it hangs. It was taken some 30 years ago…a frozen moment from three decades back that doesn't seem out of place in this fashionable household amongst all the state-of-the-art furnishings.

The picture holds the image of a young woman, gorgeously dressed in some brightly colored georgette saree, her hair done exquisitely in a style not seen today. It's a picture similar to the kind that we have in our homes. They reside in our age-old family albums. These albums embrace the youthful days of our mothers and aunts. These were probably taken as long ago as the '60s or the '70s, yet their captivating power is unrivaled. The times that were held still by the clicks of some antiquated camera were different from the times we are currently in.

The women in these pictures are clad in sarees. It was a popular style of the '60s to embellish oneself in a saree that firmly clutched its owner. Elaborate rituals of fastening safety pins in different parts of the saree followed to bring the final look.

The anchal was worn short unlike today. The blouses varied from high-neck to round or boat-necks. Fashionable women wore sleeveless blouses too. The Bangladeshi girls were inspired by local film stars, often copying their styles. Bangla cinema was a prime mode of entertainment for the girls and women of the middle, upper middle class and the rich households.

The perverted practice of vulgarism was absent in the movies back then. Times were different during the '60s and 70's. Everything reflected the healthy mentality of the people back then; something that is barely conceivable today.

Flip a few pages of an old family album and you'll discover the females in the photographs have their eyes lined thickly with kohl and mascara, with little wings at the end. Their brows are plucked into thin lines, giving them a doe-eyed look.

They wore their bindis almost at the center of their forehead. The bindis were drawn from kumkum. These kumkum sets contained variety of liquid colors. There were colored powders as well, in which the women would dip their fingers in these colors and draw round bindis on their temples.

Their lips were lightly coloured in glossy lipsticks; some loved pink and nude while others preferred the deeper shades. Matt lipsticks were ages away from their reach. Guess what, the styles of the '60s are returning; glossy lipsticks are rocking the fashion arena once again. History repeats itself and so does fashion.

Girls and women used to go the shops of Baitul Mukarram and New Market for their dress materials, cosmetics, jewelry, shoes and other accessories. Popular brands of cosmetics ranged from Max Factor to Revlon and Medora. Yes, they were available in Dhaka even some 30 years back. Women from the well off families actually had access to these international brands. Intimate and Jasmine were two favorite brands of perfume among many.

Small gold studs were all the rage back then. Stones were popular too. Dangling earrings weren't that prevalent during the '60s and '70s, except the small dangling ones commonly known as jhumka worn on bridal occasions. They loved bangles too. The most common ones were made from glass and called Reshmi churi. Steel bangles were also popular. Another particular type was available where the bangles were made from a hard, white material with designs made in golden embossed on them. The tingling sound of their reshmi churi filled the eyes of young men with infinite dreams and love. Such was the bewitching power of such simple yet stylish jewelry.

It was customary in those days to wear long hair. Short hair was unfashionable. "Short" hair at that time would reach halfway between the waist and the shoulder, and was worn free. Some girls tended to gather the hair or fold it leaving some curled locks over the ear to give them a delicate touch of beauty. A woman's beauty was reflected in the length of her hair. Haircuts were pretty simple. No razor, layers, blunt or bob cut existed. The mid- sixties witnessed the appearance of raised hairstyles with middle partings, which were very common among women. Long hair was styled in the form of small cookies at the nape of the neck. The women in those albums of memory had fluffy hairstyles created by intense back-brushing sessions. They usually parted their hair in the middle. In the sixties, femininity was in, and hairstyles had to look delicate, no matter what length or shape they were.

Women are seen in flat sandals and high heels too in those frozen moments. Platform heels that we wore even last year weren't present then. Women wore narrow heels, their shoes and sandals had pencil heels, and these were the hip trends 3 or 4 decades ago. Long thin heels highlighted their figures.

Take out a family album from your shelf and flip the pages, and many untold truths and tales, moments and beauty will be unveiled before you. Some have probably become worn and faded over the years. Try to restore them by making several other copies before they tear apart. They are glimpses of the past that you and I can never see and savor in our lifetime.

By Wara Karim

Date of publication: October 21, 2003

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