Look good, feel great, and celebrate
Mayasir brings to you an array of new designs on the eve of Bangla Nabobarsho 1413.The collection is specially designed for the occasion, for you and for your entire family. You will find the festive pieces charming, fun, joyous and great for the celebration that calls upon our entire Bengali cultural heritage.
Sari shows off the Bengali belle in her true colours. We offer a range of designs in Tangail, cotton block print, hand embroidered cotton weaves, silk with needlework, jamdani and more. Suits, for adults and children, kurti, summer blouses, dresses and shirts. For the Mayasir man and boy they have delectable juicy colours on punjabi and shirts just right for the fabulous festivities.
Adorn interesting, sharp, stunning, super jewellery, flaunt it with elan. In Mayasir you will find a wide range in wooden, bone, terractta, glass beads, silver, and stone. This nabo barsho get ethnic hip and boho string your neckline with layers of mala or pick up a chandelier earring from Mayasir. Accessories such as footwear and hand bags are very important for today's fashion conscious Dhakaite. Look good, feel great, and celebrate.
Chondon’s very ethnic Baishakh
Chondon at Road no 96 Gulshan brings out very ethnic yet trendy collection this Baishakh. The line up includes saris in off white, lemon yellow, green, orange, red in cotton and silk with patchwork. Look for flying kites, traditional drawings of fish, potteries and taal pankha in Katan sari. There are also block prints in bright colours with glasswork and kantha stitch. Prices of these saris will range in between Tk1000 to Tk3000.
Beauté a la Farzana Shakil
Bringing out your Boishakh best on a comfortable budget will not be a problem this year. Farzana Shakil's Makeover Salon offers you an unbeatable Boishakhi deal. On April 13, you can avail the special package, which includes threading, clean up facial and hairstyling all for an incredible special price of tk.200. On April 14, you can get your sari draped, your hair made into a bun, and an attractive teep, all for Tk 200.
When out shopping for Boishakh, don't leave Kay Kraft out of your list. They've used floral and geometric motifs in shades like magenta, black, marigold-yellow, and golden. Cotton and silk are the fabrics of choice, with exclusive weaving patterns.
Banglar Mela welcomes 'Pahela Baishakh' in a mixture of the flavours of the season- red, orange, maroon, and green - with white, off white, blue, black and even ash. Their attractions are the reintroducing of the katha stitches and the 'gamcha' style in saris and salwar kameezes.
Anjan's is celebrating Baishakhi with it's new set of designs in mainly white, red, yellow, orange, magenta and even blue. The fabrics used vary from mainly cotton to silk, endy cotton, khaddar, and linen with added embellishments of block print, embroidery, batik, and tie-die.
Under a different sky
By Iffat Nawaz
Living through you in Boishak
I am not a morning person so dawn is simply unreachable for me. It's an unattainable beauty that I will only witness a few times in my life or care enough about. It takes much will power and determination for one to be an early riser, and even more to be an early bird to bed. My eyes always get wider as the day progresses, and when it comes to sunset I am at my best ready to take on the world, a little too late.
When last year in the dawn of Pohela Boishak, our uniquely celebrated Bengali new year came, I was struggling with my half done sari and half open eyes to look decent enough to be in public. But it didn't take much once I got out on the street to wake up. The world around me had gone wild with red and white, the fresh smell of flowers and human laughter, the front of Charukola packed with brilliantly adorned people and their even more luminously glowing morning faces. Bumping into old friends, making new friends, sitting on street sides I would never sit on any other day; Dhaka was at it's best.
It was even better than the two Eids, January 1st, Pooja or Christmas, in Pohela Boishak all of Dhaka seemed to have agreed to celebrate the biggest united festivity, a celebration I was lucky to be part of. It reminded me of my childhood and my father's hands which I held on to tightly while walking into botomul. I was reminded of my present how I still enjoyed the same day exactly the same way if I were in the same elements, and to remind me of the future, how some things never change and remain those attainable certains giving definition and stability to a forever transforming being.
As I sit here few days shy of Pohela Boishak, I can do nothing better than to reminisce. Being out of the element, left out of the biggest party of the year I can only hope for a future that holds a few more Pohela Boishak celebrations in Bangladesh. You might ask in a very Bengali Magazine show way “<>apnara bideshe pohela boishak kivabe katan<>” and to answer that I would even mention a few things expatriates do here to celebrate, like organizing a Boishakhi mela at some park, making <>paanta bhat<> and having parties where everyone must bring a <>vorta<>, but none of it, believe me none of it will be anywhere close to celebrating pohela boishak the way you are going to this year in Bangladesh. Here the celebration is just another excuse to wear that red and white sari and seeing the same community crowd, practice the same politics about whose food tasted the best, and whose daughter danced the worst. Yes we try but really it is nothing close to Pohela Boishak in Bangladesh…it really isn't.
So what do Bengalis really do sitting here when April 14 comes around? We celebrate it in our own individualistic way, waking up in the morning forgetting it's pohela boishak, then all of a sudden remembering it while signing something at work, and maybe browsing through a Bengali daily newspaper online. Seeing all the rallies and the flowing floating happiness over Dhaka. But we look away quickly, we don't sit and hurt ourselves by trying to remember deeply how it felt to be a part of that glee, because there is nothing we can do to experience it from this far away so why torture ourselves.
So this year when you go out to the street wearing your red and white and wrap a jasmine necklace on your hair or your girlfriend's, think of us, for a second, and take in more than you would have, take in all that you have around, the jasmine, the panta bhat, the human traffic, the Tagore songs, the sweat, the green mango sarbat…all of it, take in extra bits, for us…because right now we are living through you.