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Teen skin at one time or another will face issues ranging from simple pimples to its more severe cousin: a barrage of pimples - acne!
Lets first deal with what causes acne.
There are several factors that can contribute to breakouts- heredity, fluctuations in the levels of hormones caused by puberty or menstruation, improper cleaning, use of incorrect skin care products, and stress, to name a few.
There is no proof that food products play a role in acne, but it makes sense that induction of excessive oily food is bound to have an effect on your skin. Food allergies can also cause rashes resembling acne.
Now, the name of the game is to be aware of your skin, and not be so wrapped up in other things whilst totally ignoring skin care.
Acne will not appear overnight, so learn to read the signs. Deal with that first pimple and take precautions.
For starters clean your skin twice a day with a soap-free face wash, Ponds/Johnsons Ph 5.5, etc. Use clove cream or neem paste on you pimple. Don't press or squeeze as this can cause scarring. Apply the following pack twice or thrice daily:
1 tsp neem leaves paste (boiled and pureed)
Pinch of turmeric
Wash with neem water. Apply anti-acne cream containing benzoyl peroxide, salicylic acid only on the spots before bedtime. Drum plenty of water.
Avoid facials. Steam is a complete no-no. Salons offer acne treatments but they cannot and should not include prolonged massage on steam. If your skin does not respond to these steps do not hesitate to see a dermatologist.
Photo: Zahedul I Khan
The shondhas (evenings) here are barren. They are candlelit, they are darker than evenings. They are alone between thousands of rickshaw bells, hundreds of honking cars. They are overshadowed by confusion, overtaken by the smell of evaporated tea. They are one step away from surrender.
I look for fireflies and only find ants. Rooftops hold few last lovers; verandas bid good byes. Shondha is painful, it's lost between the call for prayer and someone's cries. Someone's eyelids still heavy from afternoon naps and someone's lips still dry from lingering thirst.
Shondhas are inconclusive, they are too uncertain. They make me want to run. Not run away, but just run, run long enough to touch night and then stop to miss what I left behind; another shondha, yet another lost one.
Shondhas stop my music; it makes me look for old cassettes with mixed songs. I find them but they never get played. I don't own a cassette player. I think of buying one to listen to music that shondhas demand. And I try to figure out what I demand irrespective of the melancholy of a shondha, irrespective of all my superficial feelings. And I can't; the depths of my thoughts get stolen by each passing shondha, everyday.
So instead of giving in I revolt. I dance around like the sun is coming up. I jump up high and give myself an adrenaline rush. I want to mimic a child so I look for children, and can't find any. Not on the streets, not on anyone's lap. I desperately seek their energy, their ability to fight all seasons, all moods. And I feel weak. Like a wreck I give up. I feel a pain in my arms; my ankles feel twisted.
And no one heads home; everyone keeps working. Even birds, they sit around nonchalantly on electric wires, the threat of half darkness is no match for their boisterous little hearts. They still sing, scream, puke. They don't care about the sunsets and sunrises of this city. They have better things to do than worry about the calculation of light.
Only a few like me sit and watch. Melt with the sun, fall in love with dusk and wait to be forgotten. A few like me search for the future in our half shadowed reflections. A few like me who can't sing, hum. And shondha, my disloyal love, cheats on me everyday.
Yet I anticipate shondha every hour, the comings and goings, the short span of time when the world doesn't stop but I do to feel the length of transitions. I take out my measurement tapes to calculate, but I forget to jot down all the numbers. Transition turns into absolutes, and I forget what it was that I had set out do.
And it happens, shondha, everyday… around now… between then… in me… definitely around me… surrounding you…turn around… it's shondha.
Selecting your digital assistant
Nokia E90 Communicator
Sony Ericsson's XPeria X1
HTC Touch HD
By M H Haider
By the way
Furniture, glass surface, window panes, door-knobs, mirrors, marble furniture, car windows, tiles and everything else for cleaning which you used cleaner products or polishes- can all be easily wiped clean with lukewarm water with a squirt of washing liquid or concentrated detergent. Just make the solution and go cleaning everything for which you otherwise used cleaning products. Hot water makes better cleanser; soak a thick cotton piece of cloth or old handkerchiefs in the solution and wipe the surfaces clean. To avoid smears on the surface, rub the wet surface with a dry cotton cloth and see the clean surfaces sparkle with glint.
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