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News flash

Ayur: Close to nature, close to you

Ayur Herbal Collection launched its products in Bangladesh at a gala event at the hotel Sheraton on Monday 23 June 2003. The Indian company launched its products through Antics Beauty Parlour in 93 New Elephant Road, jointly run by Mrs Nazma Ahsan and Runu Musharraf.
The highlight of the daylong workshop was a training session with famous stylist Sylvie (from the Zee TV program Khoobsurat). The workshop was a training and educational experience and thus ninety percent of the guests were saloon/parlour owners. Apart from the training session, in between tea and lunch break, Ayur products were introduced by Ayur Herbal's very own cosmetologist Tania Mehta. A certified cosmetologist, Tania Mehta not only introduced the different products but also explained theories of suitability in terms of what product should be used in which circumstance and what suits a particular hair/skin type, etc.

Ayur has a range of shampoos (one vegetarian), creams, face packs, facemasks, lotions, toners, moisturizers, astringents, soaps, waxes, powder, gel and kajal. The biggest reason behind the launch was to eliminate fake Ayur products that have infiltrated the Bangladeshi market. And to emphasise the seriousness of what these fake products did, Managing Director of Ayur, India, Mr Dilendar Singh Narang was present to mingle, talk with and explain to guests about Ayur.
The workshop was co-ordinated by super model Feema and other popular models were invited for Sylvie to demonstrate upon. The workshop led to a better understanding of different make-up, hairdo and facial styles. The heads of almost all beauty parlours in Dhaka showed up and enthusiastically took part in the daylong workshop.

Q & A sessions were also held in between for stylists to get rid of confusions or take a better grasp of the art. In a launch that turned out to be extremely well conducted, hats off to Ayur and Antics Beauty Parlour for their commendable joint effort in introducing the company whose motto is: Close to nature, close to you!

Georgina Lewis's Asha

In a collection that she named Asha because it was a beautiful name that meant hope, Georgina Lewis a graduate of Royal Melbourne Institute of Technology brought out a range of home and office decorations which were exhibited on the 26 June 2003 in Gulshan. An Australian volunteer who has lived in Dhaka for four years, Georgina Lewis first came and taught slum children carpentry at a UCEP school. Since then she has worked with different organisations.
With honours in industrial design, Georgina Lewis was inspired by local materials and craftsmanship that led her to mix cheap and expensive materials in the right blend to create a chic line. She believes that the reason why our craftsmen are understated and local materials are shunned is because they aren't blended in a successful manner. Henceforth, her designs will be sold at different outlets and the remnants of her extremely successful collection will be found at Essentials in Gulshan.
Georgina Lewis says that she does have plans to sell in Australia and she wants to use her designs and her design abilities to promote Bangladesh and it's products. Georgina Lewis is extremely inspired by the street life in Bangladesh and she is amazed by the ability of our craftsman. She believes that the key to successful products is their blend and their making. And in her collection she has certainly expressed her thoughts.
The exhibition was very successful with most of the products selling themselves out. The innovativeness of the designer was not only apparent from her designs but was also reflected in the way her products were displayed on old cargo boxes highlighted by spotlights.
Although the exhibition was held for such a short while with very little publicity, people now expect more of Lewis's wonderful designs. Till then we can only raise our hats and congratulate Georgina Lewis for her brilliant exhibition!

By Tahiat-E-Mahboob

RECIPES my way

By Mahjabeen Khan

"A memorable trip-conclusion”

There is a well-known Bengali proverb "Karo Posh maash, Karo Shorbonash." When the travelling population all across the world are somewhat nervous and taking ample precautions to avoid the SARS affected countries, some on the other hand seem to be getting a kind of cheap thrill out of the crisis.
When my niece and I arrived at Kolkata airport at the beginning of our recent trip, every visitor, irrespective of which country we were coming from, had to go through the health check for SARS. I breezed through after answering "no" to the usual questions, "Shordi-Kaashi achey? Jor achey?" My niece was right behind me but within minutes I realised that she was being held back by the health inspector. I was too far away to hear the conversation between them.
Anyway when she joined me after a good five to six minutes I asked her what the problem was. The man asked her (she happens to be very attractive!) the same questions. Her answers were not enough to convince him. He then said "Apnar haath dekhi" so which she showed both her palms. "Erokom na, table er opor rakhen." She put both her hands, palms down on the table. He reached out and held her hand (not her wrist or anywhere near a pulse point!), for at least half a minute pretending to check her pulse. And then in all seriousness, said, "Na, thik achey, apni ashtey paren ... She looked quite frazzled but I couldn't stop laughing! This was just the beginning of our ten-day trip.
When in Rome you are supposed to do as the Romans do. So we decided to sport (well there's no harm in trying) the local Calcuttian accent. From the district we come from it wasn't difficult for us! Just kidding! Anyway I started calling her Mahima instead of Mahin and she switched to Ranga (my name for all the nieces & nephews) maashi, God knows who we were fooling but it was our own silly way of having innocent fun.
My bhabi always tells me (I think I have confessed it in an earlier story) that I am a "poth-matra." It's a Sylheti expression meaning a person who talks pottey-pottey, in other words talks to strangers and gets involved in other peoples' affairs. On our way from Kolkata to Bhubanshwar we met some interesting people. Young families some taking their children back to school in Vishakhapatnam and some going home for the summer vacation to Chehnnai. We found out from our new found friends that the train stops at Bhubanshwar for about 5 or 6 minutes and that we should slowly move our suitcases torwards the door soon after we passed Cuttack, which is about thirty minutes from our destination.
Just as we were pulling our bags towards the door we overheard a young couple (with their little son) mumble something and caught the word "Bangladesh." When we exchanged polite smiles the lady couldn't help but ask us whether we were from Bangladesh. Mind you, we speak our dialect and not Bangla when two Sylhetis are together. How then could they guess our nationality? My niece's suitcase had Biman stickers on it! Anyway once our origin was established the husband wanted to know which district we came from. The minute I said "Sylhet" his face lit up like a torch and he said, "I live in Sylhet and work for a construction company!"
Just a few minutes from Bhubanshwar we exchanged as much cordiality as we could manage, especially when he said that the only problem they were having was that their seven year old son, said Vishwanath was not able to get into school. He is in the waiting list of the best school in Sylhet, "Ananda Niketan". My niece mumbled something to me and I blurted out, "Oh my good that's my cousin's school!"
With that I gave the gentleman my card and asked him to go and see my cousin once he was back in Sylhet. Surely she couldn't turn down my reference! The gentleman was so overwhelmed with all the excitement that when we reached Bhubanshwar, in his eagerness to lend us a helping hand, jumped down from the train with a huge suitcase, which didn't belong to either me or my niece! Poor thing, he did manage to climb back and get both our bags down before he had enough time to thank us profusely and jump back on the train on their way to Vishakha patnam!

Oven Barbecued Chicken
Cut up chicken ... 1 kg
Ketchup ... ½ cup
Vinegar... 1/3 cup
Brown sugar/’gurh’ ... ¼ cup
Butter (Oil) ... 2 tbsp
Worcestershire sauce ... 2 tbsp
(local variety is fine)
Lemon juice... 2 tbsp
Fresh mustard paste ... 2 tsp
Chilli powder ... 1 tsp
Onions, sliced & rings separated ... 2 medium
Salt ... to taste

Arrange the chicken pieces in a baking tray and bake for 40 minutes at 375 F Gas: 5. Drain. Meanwhile for barbecue sauce combine ketchup, vinegar, brown sugar, butter, Worcestershire sauce, lemon juice, salt, chili powder & mustard and cook for a few minutes. Add onion rings & stir. Bring to boil & reduce heat. Keep spooning the prepared sauce over the chicken; continue baking for another 10-15 minutes. Keep turning the chicken at least twice or three times until cooked and tender.



About sexual

Children are being sexually harassed in our society quite frequently. However, most of the time we refuse to discuss the problem. Sometimes we even refuse to identify it. There is always a hush about the issue. So the problem continues to exist and the child who went through such harassment grows up thinking that somehow it is his or her fault as no one discusses it with them when they are going through the stress period. They become isolated from society and can grow up to be problem children. It is better to be prudent earlier. Educating children about sexual harassment is the first thing you can do. Make the issue open so that they do not feel ashamed after any incident. Monitor kids while they are interacting with strangers, houseguests or even relatives. Try to give them support. Most important of all let them know that it is not their fault.

By Shahnaz Parveen

Hanging Out

Under the shade
of DU

You must have guessed by the title what today's hanging out is about. And it would be unjust for this hanging outist to not talk of the Dhaka University campus, especially when it epitomizes the whole idea of hanging out. After all what could be more perfect than simply sitting and hanging out under the shade of one of those century old trees that only the Dhaka University campus seems to brag of these days in the city. And next to that the Dhaka University campus is the land of wallahs. Haven't guessed what I'm talking about? I'm talking about the ice cream-wallah, the fuchka-wallah, the badam-wallah, the cha-wallah and all those other wallahs who know that the Dhaka University campus is the best place to do business because it is what the crowds dig morning noon and night. It's true. You will be surprised if you venture into the Dhaka University campus after seven in the evening because you will see rows of students and lots of couples sitting on the sidewalk or walking or buying stuff from the wallahs.
But who said that the Dhaka University campus is only fenced off to it's own students, residents and faculty. It is quite open to all. And thus I strongly suggest that if you want to change the scene from concrete to grass and green for a while and just want to hang out, sit on a grass knoll and chat with friends over a cheap cup of tea and some nuts or other trifle, then the Dhaka University campus is the place for you.

By Tahiat-E-Mahboob


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