#Gamcha

[dietlemonadee]

absolutely love confusing people

[riyaghosh19]

জানুন গামছায় তৈরি পোশাকের স্রষ্টা বাংলাদেশের ফ্যাশন আইকন বিবি রাসেলের কথা

বাংলাদেশের ফ্যাশন জগতকে দুনিয়ার সামনে তুলে ধরার পেছনে রয়েছে যার হাত তিনি হলেন বিবি রাসেল। বাংলাদেশের গ্রামীণ ঐতিহ্যের সাথে স্টাইল ও ফ্যাশনের মেলবন্ধন ঘটিয়ে গামছায় তৈরি পোশাক সৃষ্টি করেছেন ফ্যাশন ডিজাইনার বিবি রাসেল। মডেলিং দিয়ে কেরিয়ার শুরু করেছিলেন তিনি, কিন্তু মডেলিং হওয়ার পেছনে যাত্রা সহজ ছিল না। কিভাবে তিনি ফ্যাশন জগতে এলেন, কিভাবে হয়ে উঠলেন মডেল এবং তার ব্যাপারে আরও কথা জেনে নিতে ক্লিক করুন bibi russell biography

[projapotimusichd]

সাগরিকা সরকারের শীতের রাতে গ’র’ম গান । যাব লেংটার বাড়ি । Lal Gamcha । ল...

[projapotistudiohd]

সাগরিকা সরকারের শীতের রাতে গ’র’ম গান । যাব লেংটার বাড়ি । Lal Gamcha । ল...

[artcinemas]

Bhai, how do you even tolerate this sanghiblr? I tried to educate one but buddhi bole kichu toh nei they continued spouting nonsense, waste of my academic degree and time lmao. Kaise seh lete ho in janaab ko? Ei BJP consuming lok gulo r jonnei desh ta jole jabe. Porashona bole toh kichu jaane na, communal kota article aar internet er gyan pore ora sob janta gamcha ola bigyo pondit hoye gechen. Fr teach me how to deal with their bullshit, I can't---

to be honest, aami sohbhai ke block kore niyechi eeder mathae bigotry er haga bhore aache and deep scrubbing koreo baar hobe na. these people are lost causes at this point, ora shitler fanboys ke khub maane aar aamio ki korte parbo, ora choto belar tike ei shob shikche amader aajkal news, movies, media shob kichu is pro ruling party and agar criticise kichu o kori taale anti national brand lage, anti hindu brand lage kenoki aider mathae already hindu rashtra hindu ethnostater goo bhora aache. aamar kotha maano, ei shob gobet der ke block kore nao. maane ki eira genocide justify korche emni oshobo aar nirlojo lok to aami shoti te kobe o dekhini fr 😭

[tasavvur-e-jaana]

Jhumka gira re

//

The main street running through the bazaar was crowded with people, the enlightened lanterns in each shop giving a rustic, festive look to the arena. The aroma of hot jalebis, sweets, and other savoury dishes dispersed with the dhup (incense) scent of various flowers which the shopkeepers lit to keep the mosquitoes and other insects away. The cacophony of the mingled sounds did not appear as bothersome to the two people swimming through the ocean of men, women, and children alike. 

Bheem was walking at a leisurely pace, unlikely for him, mostly because he was almost stopping at each halwai’s shop to take in the delicious aroma of the frying oils and mouthwatering delicacies. His legs halted at one such foodstall where the man was frying fresh jalebies, catering to a small crowd which had accumulated at the shop. Bheem saw the halwai - he was wearing a typical white dhoti with a vest and a gamcha on his shoulders which he was using every 10 seconds to wipe off the sweat from being near the big-ass, hot kadhai as he was pouring the batter and frying the jalebis in perfect little concentric circles. The curly haired man could just stand there and watch the process for hours. 

He donned a thick moustache, with furry brows which were concentrated on the action as he was humming an old song while working. Much to Bheem’s delight, he was healthy, the belly trying to defy the confines of the vest. Not to be offensive, but Bheem thought that the best of the halwais have to be on the healthier side, because then it meant that they really loved to eat and feed people. They truly would be passionate about it. 

“Kya mol hai jalebi ka?” (What price is the jalebi?) He asked. 

“Teen aana ser!” (Three aanas for 1.250 kg.) The guy answered. 

“Hmm…Bhabhi tum-” (Sister-in-law would you…) The older man turned to find his companion missing. His initial reaction was to panic, of course. Before he could have a tiny heart attack, fortunately he spotted his companion at a shop two shops away, standing far behind, at a shop of jewellry. 

The man heaved a sigh of relief as he skipped back, telling the halwai that he will be back. 

Seetha was staring, stiff as a statue at a pair of jhumkas hanging by the side. They were beautiful, oxidised silver maybe, with typical dome-like shape with intricately woven metal design and small ghunghroos in the periphery of the hemispherical structure. They shone just the right amount when the light of the lanter fell on them, making them look sparkly. 

She did not realise she had screeched to a halt dreaming about how they would look on her, until a hand on her elbow shook her out of the reverie. “Ohh! Bheem! Maaf karna mujhe main-” (Oh, I apologise I-)

“Kya hua? Tum achanak aise ruk gayi.” (What happened? You just stopped here?) Bheem looked at her, his worry morphing into concern as he caught glimpse of tears at the corner of her eyes. “Bhabhi, sab theek?” (Bhabhi, sab thik?) he asked gently. 

Seetha shook her head, conjuring up an instant smile. “Han bilkul! Chalo! Tumhe mila kuchh khane ke liye? Mili koi jagah jahan ki khusboo mein woh kashish ho?” (Yes, of course! Come on! Did you find something suiting your tastes? Did you finally find the shop where the aroma was intoxicating as you desired?) She teased, but the grin did not reach her eyes. 

Bheem thought for a moment how to approach her, having seen her line of sight where she had been viewing, still as a statue, with desire in her dark brown orbs. Maybe she wanted to buy something for herself? But he had never seen her wearing something fancy, mostly bare minimum with the most bland shades and simple attire. 

He stepped forward and took the same pair which Seetha had been eyeing in his hands, not taking it off the stand. “Kitna khubsoorat hai na ye jhumka?” (How beautiful is this earring, isn’t it?)

“Han! J    enny par khoob jachega. Uske liye le rahe ho?” (Yes! It will look magnificient on Jenny. You are thinking of buying for her, right?)

Ughh! She was more stubborn than his anna. However, the gond man was not the one to back off, and neither he was the one to mince his words. They were close enough now, after months of friendship and working in close quarters. “Main tumhare liye keh raha hoon!” (I was asking for you!) his voice took a slightly stern note. 

To his irritation, Seetha only laughed. “Tumne kabhi pehle mujhe iss tarah ke gehne pehne hue dekha hai?” (You’re being silly. Have you ever seen me in such fancy stuff before? This is too much.)

“Iska matlab yeh thode hi hai ke tum kabhi pehno hi nahi?” (That doesn’t mean you cannot wear it ever.)

“Bheem! Rehne do. Tum agar lena chaho, toh Jenny ke liye le sakte ho, warna chalo aage. Waqt zaya nahi karte fizool baaton aur fizool kharchi mein.” (Bheem! Leave it. If you want to buy it for Jenny, then please do. Or else let us not spend time on unimportant things and waste money.)

“Seetha! Uff! Tum-” (Seetha! Uff! You-)

“Kya?” (What?) she raised her voice a bit as well. “Main kya? Kuchh ghalat kaha maine?” (Me what? Tell me how am I in the wrong here.) She regretted the anger instantly, which deflated like a pack of cards, “Main us tarah ki ladki nahi hoon…” (I am not a girl who…)

But bheem was really irked now. “KIS TARAH KI LADKI NAHI HO? Jo apne liye koi bhi wo cheez na kharide jo use pasand hai? Jo kabhi apne kiye ek pal bhi na soche? Jo-” The man clenched his jaw shut because the next sentence he was going to say would have been extremely inappropriate. 

(A GIRL WHO WHAT? The one who does not buy a pretty thing forherself once in a while? The one who does not think about her happiness? The one-)

“Jo kya? Batao Bheem! Jo kya?” (The one who what? Finish the sentence Bheem!)

“Nahi.” (No.)

“Thik hai, main kehti hoon jo tumhare mann mein tha.” her tone went eerily calm. “Jo kisi ki mangetar ko kar bhi vidhva ke jaise jee rahi ho. Yahi kehna chahte the na?” 

(Fine. Let me finish it for you. The one who has a living, breathing fiance but still chooses to dress like a widow. This is what you wanted to say, didn’t you?)

“NAHI!” (NO!) He denied outright. Seetha glared at him. “Umm- bilkul un shabdon mein nahi.” He added sheepishly. “Lekin main yeh zaroor kahunga, ke iss tarah apni har ek hasrat ka gala ghotne ki zaroorat nahi hai.”

(Umm- not in those exact words. But I will say this, that don’t squish your desires like a bug in the night. There is no need.)

Seetha smiled at her companion. It was a short-lived, tiny smile. “Bheem, sach kahun?” He nodded his head. “Ab aadat si ho gai hai. Meri sari sakartmakta, mera vishwas, mera dridh nishchay, mera vishwas ke hum jeetenge, mera junoon, sab Ram ko sambhalne mein vyay ho gaya hai. Uske jaane ke baad bhi usi ke liye jiya. Uske na hone ka ehsaas jo pal pal mujhe khaaye jaa raha tha- Bheem! Tumne uske Dilli se likhe gaye khat nahi padhe, jab wo wahan bilkul akela tha. Main…” She brushed away a tear. “Main tumhari bohot bohot shukraguzaar hoon ke tum uski zindagi mein aaye.” 

(Bheem, may I be honest? It has become a habit now. All my positivity, my optimism, my perseverance, and my belief that we will win- all has been spent up on Ram. Even after he left, it felt like I was only living for him. This absence chipped away at me minute by minute- Bheem! You have not read the letters he sent from Dilli which he sent when he was utterly and completely alone. I… I am so very grateful to you that you found him and came in his life when you did.)

This time, her smile was genuine, grateful. Although Bheem was glad, the gratefulness did not settle well with him. Seetha should not be thanking him! They were in the middle of the bazaar and even though Bheem wanted to know more, and knock sense into his friend- very literally, this was not the right time and place. All the curly haired man knew was he was buying Seetha the pair. And one for Jenny too, he already had his heart set on the one next to it. 

Just as he turned to ask the shopkeeper how much they cost, there was another young man, his hands clasped with a young woman, radiating joy who asked to see that particular pair. “Ji woh…” (Umm those-) Bheem started politely, with Seetha behind him, “Woh darasal main khareed raha hoon. Aap koi aur kyun nahi le lete?” (Actually I am buying those. Why don’t you look for another pair?) 

The guy seemed disappointed. “Lekin Shobha, meri mangetar ko ye sab se zyada pasand hain.” he tried to argue. (But Shobha, my fiancee, she has her heart set on them of all!)

“Bheem!” A hand landed on his arm. “Theek hai. Shayad mere nasib mein nahi hain ye jhumke. Bhaisahab aap hi le lijiye.” (It’s okay. They are not for me anyway. Please you buy them for your fiancee.) She glanced at the couple, giddy in each others presence, and she could sense the love radiating off them in waves. A cloud of sorrow shrouded her once more and her face fell in defeat. It all happened in an instance and Bheem, in this moment, only wanted to run back to the village and punch Ram in the face. A couple of times at least. 

 “Dekhiye main yeh apni bhabhi ke liye khareed raha hoon, meri iltija hai aapse ke aap koi aur dekh lein.” (Look! I am buying this for my sister-in-law. I really beg you to reconsider.) The man looked at his fiance once who gestured it was okay. He shrugged, “Thik hai!” (Fine.)

“Aapka bohot bohot shukriya!” (Thank you! Thank you so much!)

“Bheem! Kya kar rahe ho?” (What are you doing, Bheem?)

“Main khareed raha hoon yeh tumhare liye.” (I am buying them for you.)

“Iski koi zarurat nahi.” (No.)

“Hai! Tum meri bhabhi ho, kya ye rishta koi maayne nahi rakhta?” (YES! You are like a sister to me! Does that no mean anything to you?) The puppy eyes were at full attack. 

“Maine tumse kya kaha tha?” (What did I say to you about this?) Seetha stood there, crossing her hands. 

“Meri ye harketein sirf Ram aur Jenny par kaam karti hain!” (That the puppy eyes and emotional blackmail works only on Ram and Jenny.) He pouted. Seetha smiled at his adorable nature. “Lekin main sahi mein tumhe tohfa dena chahta hoon. Main ek Jenny ke liye bhi le raha hoon.” (But I really do want to gift you these. I am buying one for Jenny too!)

“Bohot khushnaseeb hai woh ladki!” (That girl is the luckiest!)

“Kya Ram kabhi tumhare liye-” (What? Ram never- for you?) Seetha shook her head. “Woh kehta hai tumhe jo chahiye tum khud laa sakti ho. Meri kya zaroorat hai?” (Well, he says I can buy whatever I need or want for myself. There is not need for him to be there.)

“Ughh!! Nihaayati bewakoof hain wo! Ghar pohonch kar unki khabar leta hoon main.” (He really is the dumbest person! I will knock some sense into him when we get home.)

Seetha chuckled out loud. It was the sweetest sound. “Main nahi rokungi tumhe!” (I would not stop you.) She jested. 

“Thik hai. Toh tay raha. Hum ghar jaa kar khabar le rahe hain unki.” (Good. Deal. We go home and kick his idiotic ass.)

He turned to the shopkeeper who was busy with other customers. “Bhaisahab, ye jhumke kitne ke diye?” (Mister, how much do these earrings cost?)

“Dedh rupiya pura.” (One and a half rupee.)

“KYA? Itna zyadam dam?” (WHAT? This is too pricey!) Seetha gawked from behind, nonplussed. “Bheem yeh toh bohot mehenge hain. Rehne do, chalo.” (Leave it, Bheem. They are too expensive.)

“Lekin behenji aap karigari to dekhiye. Itni baariq aur safaimand aapko kahin iss mol mein mile toh main dukaan band kar dunga.” (But madam, look at the ornate design. If you find such intricate and polished work elsewhere in these parts, in these prices, I will close my shop.)

Bheem too was stumped. Not only because of the price, but because he wasn’t sure he had that amount on him. They already had done the supply shopping, the heavy bags at the owner’s place which they were going to carry after taking a walk in the bazaar while returning. He quickly took out the remaining amount and counted. It was exactly one and a half rupees left. He would not be able to buy anything for Jenny, or get the jalebis if he got the earrings. 

Seetha peaked into his palm, taking out her own purse. There was only 5 annas left. “Bheem. Mere liye mat lo. Sirf Jenny ke liye hi lete hain.” (Bheem. Let’s just buy something for Jenny.) 

“Nahi! Main pichle mahine hi laya tha uske liye kuchh cheezein.” (No. I bought her some jewllery only last month.) He had made up his mind. The gond man offered the rupee and a half to the shopkeeper. “Ji de dijiye.” (Please, we’ll take it.) Seetha caught his hand. “Bheem!” 

He looked at her with determined gaze in the honey dipped eyes. “Agar tumhare liye zara se bhi pyaar hai mere liye toh aaj nahi rokogi tum mujhe.” (If you love me even a little bit, you will not stop me now.) It did not sound like blackmail. It rang like an ultimatum in the air, hanging between the two - the shopkeeper all the while watching this charade and getting frustrated. 

“Lena hai ya nahi?” (Are you buying them or not?) He finally asked. 

“Bilkul.” (Of course.) Bheem handed him the money. He took the paper wrapped packet and started walking with Seetha in tow. 

“Tumne mol bhaav bhi nahi kiya! Buddhu ho tum!” (You didn’t even bargain! You fool!)

“Tumhari khushi ka woh kya mol lega bhabhi. Dedh rupiya hi toh tha! Magar han, agar mol lagaata toh shayad yeh lazeez jalebiyan kha paata.” (Bhabhi, no one can put a price on your happiness. It was only a rupee and a half. But yes, if I had bargained, we could have left some money for the delicious jalebis.) They had reached the jalebi stall again, the halwai still making the delicacy. 

“Koi baat nahi mere pyare Bheemudu!” (No worries, my Bheemudu!) She linked his hand with her as she dragged him toward the food. “Mere paas abhi bhi 5 aane hain.” (I still have 5 annas left.) The smile Bheem gave her could have blinded a million suns. 

“Are waah!” (YAY!) He perked up immediately. “Itne mein to pet bhar kar dher saari jalebi kha sakte hain hum! Aur le bhi jaayenge sab ke liye…” (This is enough to buy so many jalebis for all of us!)

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@ronaldofandom

[buttercuparry]

Indian afternoons are something else. If you are in office or school or in uni, you get lazy around this time, drowsy and lethargic. The sun beats down on the road, tormenting those poor souls who are out on the sreets. The buses are almost empty, and stray dogs and cats lounge on walls or on protruding spaces. If you are home and live in the suburbs, the quietness of the time is a physical thing. You can hear the whirr of the electric meter running and water still drips on the veranda from the towel or "gamcha" as we call it in Bengal. If you belong to the bengali Hindu household- there is a chance that you might smell the burning of incense sticks in air. The crows caw, and the fans go tck-tck-tck, your belly is full and you can snuggle into your pillow for an afternoon nap.

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[ladychandraofthemoone]

“What if I forget your face?

What if you move on without me?

What if I can't find

The doorway back through?

And what if I do

But I don't recognize you?”

“Strangled by the red string concept but make it flowers” Centuarworld’s got my attention, this song didn’t me cry at all :’)

Stanley is terrified of the day he completely loses his memories of Kyle. His voice, his smile, how small yet rough his hands were, the way his laughter was so contagious and his eyes lit up an entire room which was rare during that time him constantly looking at the bright side despite the situation and boosting morale, it was so beautiful he misses it, misses everything about him so much. He doesn’t carry much memorabilia on him, only some pieces of jewelry that he never wears in fear of losing them, a gamcha and a few photos that are well cared for yet torn at the edges and faded over time. He’s so scared of the day he’ll forget Kyle completely.

[vellhighbandi]

Now i now why the men love walking around in nothing but a gamcha.

[chickenisamazing]

I want to wear these gamcha clothes lol they're so cute but kind of overpriced and ship from India so shipping is crazy

[ineffable-opinions]

While I am not on board with Tharn’s costume for reasons discussed below, I feel the “hideous scarf” comment was unwarranted and rude if not outright offensive.

Calling the comment about pha khao ma r@cist would be a step too far. So let me call it ill-informed. Also, what one finds beautiful and hideous all depends on a lot of factors – cultural influences being an instrumental determinant. That warrants some leeway, ig.

That isn’t a scarf in the first place – the way it was draped is clearly meant to be a gamcha (I don’t know its Thai equivalent term).  

Pha khao ma is a vital part of daily lives, particularly in rural region. That is why it is ubiquitous in Love Poison (2019) – a BL set in rural Isan.

You can read all about pha khao ma here.

There is similar textile tradition all around Thailand (south and southeast Asia) which I take part in.

Now to why I am not particularly thrilled with Tharn wearing pha khao ma. That's because of the way the series treats its rural working-class people, especially from episode 10. Tharn wearing pha khao ma was disingenuous in the immediate context. This is not to dismiss Tharn's claims to his culture (which I am confused about).

It is particularly distasteful considering this is coming out 20 years after Tropical Malady (2004) that presented rustic queer life in Thailand in a dignified manner. Who wore pha khao ma and who didn't in that movie is worth contemplating now.

I don’t even want to start about representation of Isan people (did Sign the series miss any stereotype in their portrayal?) especially when the series draws heavily from their culture and beliefs including but not limited to bung fai phaya nak (Naga fireballs).

Rebirth plot revolving around nagas and garudas – of course, of course.

Tiger-man [yeah, seua saming] – no way! They are not real.     

Now you know which are glamourous beliefs to be celebrated and which are beliefs (of people closest to forests who dwells and works there) to be discarded or hidden away. Take it from the Bangkokian urban elite.

Posting gifs of Tropical Malady (2004) in protest of the Sign (2023). Two decades, for goodness's sake!

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As usual, critiques and corrections are all welcome.

The Sign Ep 10 Stray Thoughts

Last week, Phaya was unconscious for most of the episode after drowning. Tharn and everyone else was a mess about it, and decided that the only way to get answers was via the misapplication of policing in someone's club. Chalothorn tried to choke Phaya out with his mind again, but failed. Phaya woke up, and escaped the hospital to immediately get some dick.

I hate when they do flashbacks to things we didn't see to explain something happening in a current scene.

Phaya remembering that he has a family was so funny. Love the reactions from everyone in the door.

Phaya making promises we know he will specifically break. At least our number one shipper Yai is thriving.

Yai is in the background of this beautiful acceptance scene trying not to shout "WITNESSED!"

Oh right. The Inspector's brother may be tied up with that minister. Let's do some cop stuff.

Tharn, how are you just gonna walk up on the Inspector? Why would he tell you anything?

Curious what Tharn will do with getting confirmation of what he already suspected.

Watch out for those ants!!

If y'all don't want Tharn to know about Chalothorn, why are y'all discussing him near Tharn?

I love watching the grandmas bond over their unruly grandsons.

Damn, this is really fucked up.

Bestie and I stopped for a five minute breakdown over this hideous scarf.

Man, this is actually kind of a weird episode. We got a lot of pieces moving, but it's so late in the show that I'm still struggling to place most of it. Tharn and Phaya being in Nongkai because they thought it might be safe and now suddenly it isn't is kinda interesting, but I'm just so disinterested in the dirty cop politics and the whole thing with Kao and the artwork.

[i-sworld]

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[pagalaurat]

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[kirtitextiles]

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