Tango with Dant and Kesh Kanti

As the popular advertisement goes, these days, if you want to meet any of those sizzling Bollywood beauties, all you need to do is to have toothache. She will simply sneak in to your room or appear out of nowhere like an elf to ask you –  Do you have salt in your toothpaste(Kya aapke toothpaste me Namak hain) and hand you over a tube of the latest toothpaste with Salt, Neem, Charcoal and what not.

Colgate Palmolive opened its shop in India way back in 1937 and taught us Indians how dirty and disarray was our oral health without its products. As usual, a country reeling under colonial rule and its hangover post 1947, modern toothpastes gained instant popularity amongst the western educated neo elites. Our ancestors did elaborate research on dental health thousands of years ago at the time when the entire western population was anything but civilized.  The Egyptians used herbal twigs around 5000BC and the inquisitive Chinese produced the first toothbrush around 1500 Century. After 200 years of British rule, it was no wonder that Indians grew slavish attitude and presumed anything from the west to be superior and refined . Even the Americans underwent similar social phase post 1776.   

Is it not weird on the part of the MNCs like Colgates & Levers doing volte-face and  ask  us - Kya aapke toothpaste me Charcoal hain after ridiculing  us for decades  for using traditional Neem, Charcoal or  Salt !

My own Grandmother (Father’s Mother) never used modern toothpaste. All she used was twigs of Neem or other herbs. Every day she would gulp two cloves of raw garlic which kept her heart pumping without any hitch. Before she died at the age of 90 plus, she had still a pair of shining teeth with all 32 intact, excellent hearing and eyesight. Unlike us, she didn’t consume Pepsis and Colas in her lifetime and firmly believed there was someone up there in the heaven to take care of all.

Once, the hallmark of the Yoga centers at different places was the nameplates with photographs of boys and girls doing Yoga in complex posture as if more weird the posture looked, higher was the Center's efficacy. Those photographs were enough for common people like me to keep safe distance from yoga.  It was Baba Ramdev, who used the electronic media to awaken Indians  from deep slumber and popularize Yoga - one of the finest gifts  of ancient India to mankind. He may have been the cynosure of media attention for issues extending from east to west, but it was Baba who taught the nation that simple Anulom Vilom, Bhamree and Sabasana can do wonders to the human body.

A few days back, I was suffering from sensitive tooth syndrome. My dentist informed that old habit of reading newspaper with the toothbrush was the reason for shearing the enamel of few of my wisdom teeth. I am a compulsive net surfer and zeroed on a chemical named Sodium Lauryl Sulfate (SLS) ,  used widely in the modern toothpastes and other body care products from soap to Shampoos. Some of the side effects of this chemical are

·         Irritation of the skin and eyes

·         Organ toxicity

·         Developmental/reproductive toxicity

·         Neurotoxicity, endocrine disruption, ecotoxicology, and biochemical or cellular changes

·         Possible mutations and cancer

I don’t know whether SLS impact on health is a rumor or real. But infertility has been almost an epidemic with the urban population. After having two sons, though I am least bothered about this scourge,  I have bought today two products manufactured by the Patanjali Trust where Baba Ramdev is the driving force - a tube of Dant Kanti and a bottle of Kesh Kanti to replace my Colgate toothpaste and a myriad of Shampoos off from the shelf. First, the price of Patanjali Product is almost one third less than the ones from Colgate and HLL and second, the smell is simply great and refreshing. Even though, I am using Colgate since childhood, I am having nagging problems with my tooth and all the shampoos failed to prevent me from going bald.

So, this time will do Tango with Dant and Kesh Kanti at the cost of Colgate, Pepsodent, L'real and others. Will keep you posted about the outcome of this new alliance.

You can contact Kamaljit at kamaljitmedhi1975@gmail.com

Hrishi’s Test paper, Engineering College and recollections of my Teachers

Hrishi, our   elder son, comes home quite pooped out  from School and somehow drags himself with the heavy bag at his back. He meets his mother right at the entrance waiting for him. Apple doesn’t fall far from tree and like his Papa, he enquires about the menu . If it’s any of his favorite NonVeg items, his eyes outshine the   setting sun. On some days, only “grass” on the plate makes his weariness quadruple and in abhorrence, he lets his body drop on the bed like a log.

So seeing him come hopping on one foot, My wife Arpana knew he had some exciting news to break. His face was blushing with the concealed excitement and eyes shining bright like stars. From his bag, he brought out his Mathematics test paper and displayed to his mother with all pride. It was a rare feat to score perfect twenty for the first time in life !

Making Hrishi understand the concept of Multiplication and Division was a herculean task for me. Whenever I needed to explain him, I used the example of a cow. One cow has 4 legs so how many for three cows…blah..blah. For fraction, I used the example of a rotten Potato. The other day, he was complaining to his mother about me frequently using only those two examples. His mother told him both were just apt exemplar for his kind of student. Of course, now I need to be careful not to misuse with the word “cow” under the changed social dynamics in India !

Hrishi’s excitement lasted till I arrived at home from Office in the evening. At Dinner table, he asked – Papa, What do you think about our Ma’am’s response in getting me perfect 20 ?

How do I know ? You didn’t tell for once – I replied.

After getting the test Paper, Hrishi asked his Ma’am about the other students scoring  20. Ma’am replied – Can you see any student jumping like a monkey other than you ?

Hrishi’s joy reminded my own days, not in School but in Engineering College when I presumed myself as quite grown up. I was in the Fifth semester and Bandana Madam used to take classes on Fluid Flow Operation (FFO). In one of the Class Tests, I got 19 out of 20 and I immediately enquired with Madam about the highest mark in the test. For a moment, she kept on looking at me, smiled and told, it was 19.

Many incidents of my College days, I don’t remember today. But I still remember Bandana Madam’s affectionate stare on that day. Perhaps, to her, the 19 year old boy appeared like a kindergarten kid with that innocent query.  

In Engineering Final Semester, we had to choose an optional subject between Operational Research(OR)  and Environmental Engineering. While the entire Chemical Batch of 1996 went for Environmental Engineering,  I and my close buddy Mahato opted for Operational Research. Environmental was a pet subject for Dr Raghabendra Choudhury , HOD of Chemical Engineering Department. So while Sir entered for the Environmental class,  we two moved out.

“Where are you going ?” Sir asked

“Sir, we have opted for Operational Research” – I said

“Go….oh…”  Displeasure was perceptible in his voice.

Next day we two were called by Late Biswajit Choudhury to his chamber. He gave us an earful for going after OR instead of Environmental Engineering which to him was more essential for a Chemical Engineering Graduate. We knew, our HOD had asked Biswajit Sir for counseling both of us.

So next day, we two were sitting in the class when Dr Raghabendra Choudhury entered. He looked at us and enquired why we had not gone for the OR class. We told him, he had changed to Environmental Engineering.

In a moment, his face turned into an embodiment of  happiness and contentment which I will never forget in my life. Perhaps, that was one of the best gifts which as a student we could offer to him. And latter working in a Refinery, I understand, Raghabendra Choudhury Sir was absolutely spot on to force Environmental Engineering on me.

Dr Mrinal Baruah Sir was another person who can be best described by the coconut - hard at the outside and soft inside. Once I forgot to get the answer sheets in Graph Papers of Mass Transfer Operation (MTO) Final Exam papers signed by the invigilator. I was worried whether my answers in the Graphs will be accepted. When I approached Sir, he stared sternly and asked whether I have finished everything for the next exam paper asked to get out from his chamber immediately.

I got 89 out of 100 in that Mass Transfer Paper.

There’s another teacher I can’t afford to forget. She was Kamala Baideu who used to take me from our home to the Primary school at Hajo, lifted by bag on the steep slopes, arranged special examination when I missed a few. Even today, whenever she meets me, I can see the affection and kindness which I received in abundance  as a four year kid have not changed anything.

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Dr Balindra Kumar Sarma was our Hostel Superintendent in New Hostel, Cotton College. Our Hostel was just below one of the most sought Colleges of our time - Handique Girls College. Once, few of our friends including me bunked classes and were befriending with our neighbors exchanging pleasantries. While the Girls were  safe at top, the most vulnerable was our Romeo group at the ground from the  “fringe elements” like our Superintendent Sir ! As usual I soon got engrossed at my job and all of a sudden, found my friends vanishing into thin air. Instead  a hand of Sarma Sir was coming in the direction of my cheek. It would have landed at the right spot if I were not athletic in those days.

After the first year, I came to Block-1 near Superintendent Sir’s residential. I loved singing in those days  as sweetly as the Jian of the Doraemon cartoon. In one of the election campaigns, students of DS Hostel even demanded Himanta Da (Himanta Biswa Sarma ) to silence my singing if he was voted as Secretary.

“Do you know PG Final Exam of Baideu is underway” – One day Sir enquired with me very quietly. His daughter was appearing for PG Final Exam.

I was happy that Sir was so fond of me to share this news. I told him I already knew about that and in fact a few days ago,  I called  a  rickshaw for her.

All of a sudden, to my surprise, he shouted - if you are aware, why don’t you stop singing. Next time, if you sing, I will see you out from the hostel.

There were frequent complaints against me. Intimidation of deducting fines from  caution money for eating three Parathas instead of allotted two, Night Show in the nearby movie hall, Sitting at the Gate while army motorcades moved on during the start of Operation Rhino and many more continued in the two years of stay in new Hostel. So, when I was told at College Office to collect my HS Final year certificate from Superintendent Sir, I thought, some of the previous good acts might have prompted Sir to seize my certificate.

Instead, surprise was waiting for me as I was given a warm welcome. He asked me what I intended to do. I told him about doing Engineering in Guwahati only as my father was firm in choosing the place where he could keep an eye on me.

As I touched his feet, he blessed and murmured – “ Do well in life “ and I could see his eyes moistening at some corner and so did mine. That was the last time, I saw Balindra Kumar Sarma Sir as I never went back to new Hostel thereafter.  Neither I ever visited Assam Engineering College Chemical Building since May 1997.  Wish Sir is still going strong and guiding students like he did to us.

 

 

 

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