We recently experienced a taste of Madras in Woodbine. My mother’s cousin, Beena, and her two sons paid a visit to our neck of the woods for some good old family time. Growing up, my siblings and I were close to both my father’s and mother’s sides of the family. My father’s side is more homespun, easy-going, carefree, lovable, and farmer types. While my mother’s side is gregarious, outspoken, silly (in a very good + comical way), and business types. I love both sides. Both sides bring out different qualities in me.
For the few days they were with us, we all had a really lovely time laughing, telling jokes, and just being together. The Madras folks absolutely fell in love with Dhara. Head over heels. It was pretty sweet.
Madras Beena is definitely someone whom I admire and respect. She’s got a great handle on fabrics and design. I appreciate the way she picks and chooses what goes together and what doesn’t, and how she designs her own clothes. And, she always does it right. Tailored and perfect. It takes boldness and a certain kind of assertiveness to do such a thing. I feel a kindred spirit somewhere in there.
The following is a journal entry from one of my trips to Madras. It journals a day when Madras Beena took me around town.
August 16th, 2005
Wednesday Morning, 1:03 AM. Madras, India.
I was outdoors the whole day today. Madras Beena and I went to her shop, Sara’s Saris. I didn’t realize it was literally attached to the M.A. Jacob family owned business. Ever since coming to Madras, while driving through the city, my eyes have caught many great big “M.A Jacob, The Carpet People” billboard signs along my various drives. Even when I first exited the airport here, there was a billboard which read, “M.A. Jacob Welcomes You!”…ha, felt very weird.
Anyways, such beautiful carpets, draperies, and wall tapestries lined the walls of their 8 level business building. Standing at the bottom of the winding mahogany wood staircase was magnificent…it went all the way up to the eighth floor! Sara’s Saris is a quiet shop with shelves of saris…not too many shelves…but just the right amount. Each shelve had a beam of light lightly falling on it for a showpiece presentation look… I was told by Beena, that her father designed the 3 buildings they owned. Although he is a business man, he has a knack for designing architectural layouts. I could tell these adult children really looked up to their father by the way they spoke of him.
Afterwards we went to Mohksha, where the sari prices range anywhere from 2000 rupees to 9000 rupees…a lovely selection indeed. However, my favorite part of the day was probably in Ponder Bazaar, where we headed to the FABRIC STORE. I cannot express how I feel when I enter a fabric store…especially one filled with Indian cottons, silks, and georgettes…of all colors and textures… I myself hung out near the cotton ethnic prints which were made from various vegetable dyes.
It also was demanded that I go to the parlor down the street while I was in Madras…so I humbly obliged. : ) While there, I was persuaded to wax my arms…something which I have never done (both waxing and shaving my arms) because I see no need for it…but my relatives can be oh so persuading… Let’s just say that waxing is the most painful thing I have ever gone through in my life. Now that goes to show you I have not gone through much. : ) And to think, you have to do it again two weeks from now because it regrows…ahhhh!!! But really, the pain people go through to beautify themselves…it’s ridiculous.
Update: Childbirth is the most intense, even excruciating pain I have ever felt.
madras beena and dhara