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Chhapar fair loses its old-world charm
The Chhapar mela held in Ludhiana district has lost its traditional vigour and flavour. The cattle-selling, rural sports, dance and music have given way to crass commercialisation — with filmi numbers and speeches of politicians blaring through loudspeakers Kanchan Vasdev
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or a generation brought up on the rich cultural history of Punjab, Chhapar, once touted as one of the biggest spectacular extravaganza of its kind in the region, is a lacklustre event if not a downright disappointing one.



The fair will begin this year on September 6.—  Photo by Sayeed Ahmed
The fair will begin this year on September 6

Iron out those wrinkles
Radhika Ravi
C
reases, laugh lines, crow’s feet — call it whatever you want, but wrinkles are wrinkles are wrinkles. Some regard this natural weathering of the skin as a sign of experience and wisdom that comes with age.

Unto this last
Akanksha Bhalla tells the story of Amit Sachdeva, a Chandigarh-based tabla player who was deeply devoted to music and his guru — in life and death
M
usic, according to Beethoven, is the mediator between the spiritual and sensual. And when integrated with the force of love, the product could even be devastating. Such is the story of Amit Sachdeva, a tabla nawaaz of Delhi Gharana and a disciple of Padma Shri-recipient Ustaad Shafaat Ahmed Khan. Amit not only lived for his music and the love for his guru but resigned his life to them on July 30, 2005, when he breathed his last at the age of 27.

 



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Chhapar fair loses its old-world charm
The Chhapar mela held in Ludhiana district has lost its traditional vigour and flavour. The cattle-selling, rural sports, dance and music have given way to crass commercialisation — with filmi numbers and speeches of politicians blaring through loudspeakers
Kanchan Vasdev

In memory of Gugga Pir

The weeklong fair is organised on Anand Chaudas, the 14th day of the bright half of Bhadon in honour of Gugga Pir in Chhapar village of Dehlon block of Ludhiana district. An impressive shrine, Gugge di Marhi, was built in memory of the Pir in 1890. Gugga Pir was a Chauhan Rajput and folklore has it that he descended into the bosom of Mother Earth along with his steed, and never returned. He is said to possess special powers over all kinds of snakes. On the day the fair begins, villagers scoop out earth seven times, invoking Gugga Pir to protect them against snakes. This shrine is believed to cure people of snakebites. 

For a generation brought up on the rich cultural history of Punjab, Chhapar, once touted as one of the biggest spectacular extravaganza of its kind in the region, is a lacklustre event if not a downright disappointing one.

Gone are the days when people actually waited for the event and would practise new dancing steps and songs to display their prowess in this field. The present mela is a pale shadow of its glorious past when it boasted of bringing alive the culture and ethos of Punjab. Crowds still flock in thousands from all parts of the state and outside to pay their obeisance at the impressive Gugga Marhi — a shrine dedicated to Nag Devta — but what you come across today is the cacophony of hundreds of loudspeakers blaring from early morning to well past midnight, and shopkeepers selling all kinds of wares and miraculous cures to rural folk.

On the mela day, all roads lead to this sleepy hamlet as lakhs of villagers from all over the state converge on the venue of one of the biggest rural festivals of the state. But the moment you reach the venue, you feel disappointed. The glowing and descriptive details about the fair — that you read in history books — are hard to find. Now, you hardly find anybody folk artistes and singers. Neither are any dances like bhangra or giddha performed nor are any sports such as kabaddi and tug-of-war held at the fair.

You are pained to see that the melodies played on folk instruments have been replaced by loud speeches of politicians and shopkeepers advertising their wares at the top of their voices. Gone are the days when people came to buy and sell cattle and horses. Today, the purpose is pure and simple enjoyment, with most of the visitors not even going up to the temple.

Last year, a group of old-timers, apparently put off by the crass commercialisation of the religious event, said: "Those were the good old days. There would be dhadhi durbars, where one learnt and heard about the word of the Gurus and the exploits of the heroes of the region. People would come from far-off places and would sometimes stay for many days to soak in the atmosphere. Fortunately for us, the politicians had not taken over then. Now you just come across merry-go-rounds, raucous music, food stalls and dust. It is a blessing that there are no dancing girls this time. But the quacks promising stuff for eternal youth are carrying on their business unchecked."

Though people come in thousands, the enthusiasm seems to be lacking. An old man recalled, "With the paddy ripening in the fields, villagers do not have much work on their hands and seem to have a good time at the festival. The women are conspicuous by their absence. The mela is a show of male dominance and if a woman visits the mela, she’s likely to face indecent remarks from men. Reports of brawls over eve-teasing incidents are common at the mela. Consequently, most of the women stay away."

The folk artists, who used to make a beeline to the mela a decade ago, too choose to stay away. Sharif Iddu, a noted dhadhi singer, said that he had performed at the mela once but had found no takers for his songs. "If very few people come to the akhara, the spirit of a singer dies. He cannot perform. While we have admirers the world over, we have nobody to listen to our music in our melas."

He said if the state wanted to save these fairs, the North Zone Cultural Centre should be given the responsibility to organise them. Thanks to the initiative taken by the Ludhiana administration, the vulgar Zinda dances were banned three years ago.

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Iron out those wrinkles
Radhika Ravi

Creases, laugh lines, crow’s feet — call it whatever you want, but wrinkles are wrinkles are wrinkles. Some regard this natural weathering of the skin as a sign of experience and wisdom that comes with age. Others may see this less optimistically — as a sign that they are past their prime. In this day and age, wrinkles are known to appear prematurely due to many reasons. Here are some of the causes of early ageing of the skin.

The environment is your biggest enemy: Have you noticed the grey haze that drifts around just above your head as you walk down the streets or are driving next to one of those smoke-belching tanks. As the day progresses, uncovered skin, like your face and arms, is coated with a thin film of dirt which clogs the pores. Since it unlikely that you’re going to dash off for a shower in the middle of your sales meeting, the film slowly builds up till you wash it off. Pollutants are, hence, one of the main contributors to early ageing of skin. Sun exposure is also a critical factor. Strong sunlight can result in your skin becoming dry and leathery in appearance. UV rays are harmful to your delicate skin. Even a cloudy day doesn’t protect your skin from UV rays. Cold weather too can dry out your skin. And staying indoors with the heating up can dry it further.

Solution: Use wipes of a gentle face spritz to rejuvenate your skin from time to time throughout the day. If you have to go out in the sun, use sunblock with SPF 15 or higher religiously. And moisturise regularly.

Smokers and heavy drinkers, beware! Nasty habits always bite back. Smokers or people who are exposed to smoke greatly risk the health of their skin. Nicotine and caffeine make the skin dry and darken it unhealthily. It robs the skin of important nutrients like Vitamin C, which keeps it fresh. Alcohol seriously messes with blood circulation. Blood vessels are made to expand and are damaged in the long term. This causes broken blood vessels to be seen on the skin’s surface.

Solution: Kick the habit. If not, use intense moisturisers regularly and massage your face lightly from time to time.

Time and gravity wait for none: Let’s face it. As time goes by, your skin will no longer have the bouncy tautness of your grandchild’s. Your life would hopefully have been an enriching roller coaster of emotions where your face had to stretch, scrunch up and do other acrobatics. This takes a toll on its elasticity. And gravity will also begin to pull down your skin, making it sag.

Solution: You can either wrinkle gracefully or attempt to erase them. If doing the former, remember to allow your skin to look healthy and well hydrated while it wrinkles. Moisturise every night and use a good and gentle face wash for regular use. Try not to use harsh products on your skin. If you want to delay the wrinkles, try some of science’s solutions. A simple Botox injection between your eyebrows can clean up those frown lines quickly.

Too dry to handle: Does your skin feel itchy and excessively dry? Do you feel it takes longer than usual to heal minor bruises and cuts? This may be the first symptoms of illnesses like skin cancer or kidney disease.

Solution: Consult a doctor pronto.

Did you know that the skin is the largest organ in the body? And our skin has a pretty stressful job. So in order to keep your skin healthy and ready for battle, remember the basics. Be healthy. Eat your greens and drink at least eight glasses of water a day. Exercise because even your skin gets a workout with all that sweating and stretching. And never feel guilty about sleeping enough. — MF

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Unto this last
Akanksha Bhalla tells the story of Amit Sachdeva, a Chandigarh-based tabla player who was deeply devoted to music and his guru — in life and death

Shafaat Ahmed Khan

Tabla player Amit Sachdeva died heartbroken
Tabla player Amit Sachdeva died heartbroken. He could not bear the loss of his guru, the renowned Shafaat Ahmed Khan (top) 

Music, according to Beethoven, is the mediator between the spiritual and sensual. And when integrated with the force of love, the product could even be devastating. Such is the story of Amit Sachdeva, a tabla nawaaz of Delhi Gharana and a disciple of Padma Shri-recipient Ustaad Shafaat Ahmed Khan. Amit not only lived for his music and the love for his guru but resigned his life to them on July 30, 2005, when he breathed his last at the age of 27.

At the age of 10, when other kids could barely remember their lessons from class, Amit had got a firm grasp over bongo, drum and finally the tabla. It was tabla that fascinated him and it wasn’t long before he came into the fold of renowned tabla maestro Shafaat Ahmed Khan. The devotion to his guru and tabla became a blinding passion for this budding musician.

He would bunk school but unlike other kids who went bumming around with friends, he would go home and practise tabla, says Rishi Ranjan, Amit’s closest friend.

As he grew, his love for tabla also grew. Every Saturday, he would catch a train to Delhi to attend Shafaat’s tabla class.

Soon, Amit started giving his own performances. He performed solo in the festival, Arpan-2004, organised by renowned Kathak dancer Shovana Narayan.

The performance would get over but Amit’s tabla wouldn’t stop, says Rishi. He would come back home, light a candle and keep playing till the candle burnt out.

Amit was completely devoted to his guru, says Rishi. All that mattered to him was what his guru said, what his guru liked and what his guru wanted. Amit’s feelings did not go unreciprocated. No matter which part of the world Shafaat went to perform, while accompanying legends like Pt Shiv Kumar Sharma, Pt Hari Prasad Churasia, Ustaad Amjad Ali Khan and Pt Bhimsen Joshi, he would call to ask about his favourite disciple Amit.

Amit had his own band of disciples in Chandigarh. He would never look at the watch while teaching. He never took any fee from his students. Says Rishi, "Amit ne table se paisa nahin kamaya, uski pooja ki hai."

"On July 24, 2005, Shafaat Ahmed Khan succumbed to an illness. His death came as a big blow to my son," says Amit’s father Gulshan Sachdeva. He would watch his guru’s CDs into the night. He was to perform at a function with Ustaad Ashish Khan, son of Ali Akbar Khan, in memory of his guru.

But Amit could not survive his guru’s loss. A week after Shafaat’s death, he suffered a fatal heart attack. "Even on the way to the hospital Amit played tabla with his fingers and his lips moved silently with bol," recalls Amit’s mother.

On his last day, Amit played for 17 hours.

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