Friday, October 19, 2012

Inspired by Violence


Eina Ahluwalia grew up in a secure home with loving parents, who always treated her and her younger sibling with respect, from earliest childhood. The world outside the home, however, is not very respectful to young girls and women, and Eina found her blood boiling when walking down the street could mean a man brushing past her, or eyeing her breasts, or just touching her when/where he could.  However, this rage had to find expression, and it did so in an unusual medium: the medium of jewellery.

An MBA followed by a few years in the corporate world left her dissatisfied. She had been designing jewellery in her free time, and felt that it was her calling, her chosen medium to express her creativity and her thoughts. After bidding adieu to corporate life, she devoted herself to her art. She also carried out a lot of research on the Internet, in order to understand international trends in jewellery design, as well as the relatively recent field of conceptual jewellery. She was fascinated by the pioneering work of Ruudt Peters, in Holland, and trained with him for a while, as well as at the Alchimia Contemporary Jewellery School in Florence, Italy. Not only are her designs the result of deep soul searching, they are executed by a handful of craftsmen who still practise the art of fretwork, handcrafting each piece, thus preserving a traditional craft heritage.

I first became aware of Ms. Ahluwalia when she came to give a talk at a women's club I belong to. It was an amazing morning- interactive and fun, where we all got into an animated discussion of why and how jewellery was worn down the ages. What really took my breath away was the video presentation of her Wedding Vows collection, at the Lakme Fashion Week 2011.




From her website: http://www.einaahluwalia.com/home :
"I am Durga & Kali. Love, Respect & Protect me. Or else I will." This collection is an empowering stand against domestic violence, which permeates through social, economic, professional, religious boundaries. Our concept note above, outlines the physical, sexual, psychological nature and definition of domestic violence and alongside, upholds the three pillars on which a marriage stands - Love, respect and protecting each other. It also reminds the women (and warns men) that they have the power of the goddesses Durga and Kali, and can stand up against violence and protect themselves. Some strong motifs that invoke the power of the goddesses are swords, knives and the trishul, weapons of the goddesses themselves, all intricately worked, beautiful and grand like wedding jewels traditionally given to a bride, and yet, symbols of empowerment. The underlying message is also to the families that their daughters' trousseau must be strength, support and knowledge, and not just gold. The trishuls also are symbolic of the trinity of Love, Respect and Protect, which as words, are also motifs used in the jewellery.


Eina has always been amazed how a culture which worships the goddess in the form of Durga and Kali can often treat its women so badly. This collection was inspired by hearing from women close to her how insidiously marriage to an abusive partner could drain them of their sense of self-worth, beauty, desirability, economic independence, and isolate them from their sources of emotional sustenance- these are all subversive forms of abuse, as well as the more obvious cruelty of physical violence. The scars and bruises of emotional abuse do not show on the body, but they can destroy a woman just as much. Unfortunately, it is very difficult to recognise a potential abuser prior to marriage, though there may be some warning signs.

These facts have been recognised by the 2005 legislation, the Protection of Women from Domestic Violence Act. Since there is widespread ignorance of this legislation, Eina had the Act printed on the palla and pleats of two sarees used in this show. She also created many large, 'unwearable' pieces of jewellery for the show, making strong statements: One is a large placard across the chest, saying 'Violators are subject to arrest', and a round, 'No Entry' sign at the level of the pelvis, saying No Entry Unless Authorised. She has also made a huge necklace from lava rocks and a skull, as a subversive version of the traditional mangalsutra, symbolizing the fact that any mistreatment of the woman can invoke the Goddess Kali within her.





Many women in the audience were very moved by this show. What was interesting was that several men have ordered the Wedding Vows collection for their wives!


Of course, violence has not been the only source of inspiration for this remarkable young woman. Her other collections- Containment, Forgotten Jewel, Byzantine, Rose Window, among others, speak of a deeply committed, thoughtful, soul searching creativity. I am truly privileged to know Eina.

Photographs courtesy Eina Ahluwalia

Saturday, October 13, 2012

In Memoriam

I just got to know that Dr.K.K. Haridas is no more.

He was an important part of our lives, seeing the SRE through a very serious illness and associated surgery fourteen years ago.

It is hard to believe that this extremely dynamic, and incredibly hard-working doctor is no more.

May your soul rest in peace.

May your family and colleagues find the strength to go on without you.

May the blessings of the thousands of patients you have helped throughout your life always be with your family.

The world is diminished by your loss.

Monday, October 8, 2012

October 2012

We are already into the second week of October. Do check out the posts on the site.


Sunday, September 30, 2012

Footling business and the mating season

I've been away from home for a while now, as I have had  surgery on my right foot, minor corrective surgery which entails what feels like the very long recovery period of three weeks. I am staying with my older daughter, and the SRE is actually managing on his own, with some help from the younger son on weekends, the part time help who makes his dinner when he is in town, and my neighbour, who has the most important role of guarding my spare house key with her life, as well as opening the house for the maid when she comes to work in the morning.

I am doing well,  hobbling around now, going for slow walks in the colony premises, and being thoroughly pampered.

I also have  cuddlesome canine bedfellows, as I like to have the air-conditioner on at night ( my daughter and son-in-law are not using theirs these days) and it is the dogs'  birthright to sleep in whichever room the a/c is running. You cannot, however, close the door, as both the boys like to check on their owners whenever they feel like. This used to mean a wide-open door and inefficient cooling. A strategy has, however, been devised, in which the curtain is drawn across the doorway, so the door can't open very far. I am now the official a/c person in the house- even if I'm outside in the drawing room, I am barked at so that I may go and switch it on. I don't comply, of course, most of the time.

What has been very very educational is the love life of the family dogs! The black beauty is in heat. Her first lot of puppies are now a year old. When she came visiting last weekend, we had a tough time keeping her away from the resident males, as there were plans afoot to mate her with a friend's dog. The friend and her dog both proving unavailable, this week was a different kind of circus. Both the apso and the spaniel had spent a very frustrated week, during which the little apso kept trying to mount the male spaniel, and kept getting yelled at for this unseemly behaviour.

As soon as the female came home this weekend, we had the equivalent of a canine orgy. Finally, of course, the male and the female spaniels mated to their satisfaction, leaving out a very unhappy little apso. We have been wondering what strange puppies would emerge if such a union happened to take place. It is, however, extremely unlikely, as she is so much taller than he is. Our little chap has not conceded defeat yet, though. He  keeps jumping on her head, trying to get her to sit down, and of course she doesn't oblige. Each time he tries mounting her from the rear, she just shakes him off, and the poor little chap tumbles down, only to try, try again. The male spaniel, of course, watches smugly from the sidelines. He has been wearing a very satisfied grin since yesterday afternoon. My younger daughter has been scouring websites, looking for a suitable match for the poor little chap, but has not yet found one. Apparently dogs come into heat once in six to eight months, and have a gestation period of  a little over two months. Let us see if he finds a mate this season. Last night the dogs were thrown out of my room as the little chap just wouldn't stop his antics, and the big one won't stay put the whole night. The female has been enjoying all the attention, and teases the little chap mercilessly when he finally desists. Let us see what form the canine circus takes tonight!


Thursday, September 20, 2012

Covered in memories!


In my daughter's home,
on a recent visit
I found these cushion covers
still in use.
The stitches are worn through
in many places, and should be
as I'd made them some twelve or
thirteen years ago.......
(I still have have the 18" steel ruler
with which I drew the lines, with tailor's chalk).
My mother-in-law had fractured her hip
And we had to wait a few days
for a home nurse to come and stay with us.
I'd be in her room for most of the day
leaving her only to cook for the family
or to go to the corner shop for vegetables
while the part-time help sat with her.
I might have read, but maybe not.
I could embroider a simple running stitch
while listening to her stories
of long ago, and attending to her needs.

It was probably a blouse piece that
was lying around the house,
that beautiful flat in Kochi
with strangely shaped rooms.
I would surely not have had the time to go shopping
for cushion cover material!

Biji came, the first home nurse in our lives
this Malayali girl who knew a bit of Hindi
Who could handle her patient with care
And they'd manage, somehow,
to communicate.

I've always wondered at the strangeness
of life, what takes you where,
where you live, where you die.
It's just so strange that this
rosy cheeked lady
from the North West Frontier Province,
who lived in many cities
mostly in the north of the country
spent the last three years of her life
in a part of the country that had never
figured in her life before...........





Wednesday, September 5, 2012

On Teachers' Day

My favourite composition for this day- Ustad Amir Khan singing Guru Bin Gyaan Na Paavey- a dhrut composition in Raga Marwa

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XMtNGJlaKMs

This is followed by an exquisite dhrut  in Raga Darbari.

I must add that I first heard of Ustad Amir Khan from Ma'am, who has been my teacher ever since I first saw her (a while before I actually met her) in 1972!

Saturday, September 1, 2012

Magic!

I cribbed about the ladder outside my bedroom balcony yesterday. It was there this morning.  There was some loud chanting in the afternoon, just when I thought a siesta was in order, and I peered out of the balcony to see a loudspeaker affixed to the lamppost, but no ladder. I muttered under my breath, as I am wont to do when loudspeakers violate the peace of our otherwise quiet area, but was genuinely thankful that the ladder was no longer there.

I think I should blog about whatever problems I have, it seems to make them disappear!