Look at this Rani-Har : its confidently lumpen centrepiece with lengths of net and tram-line borders on the shapes that make up its core and the machine-made chains that provide the jhalor --- reminiscent of mustard-oil smelling wedding halls fringed with synthetic velvet curtains, curry swooshes on clothes from energetically stacked and vigorously negotiated (by the service boys) plates with half-eaten food sandwiched and squeezed between each in the pile so that leaking gravy along the edges inevitably leaves creative prints on the sarees and white punjabis of unaware guests, the feeling of warmth rising within when sandalled feet are stepped on by smiling invitees...oh, it's all so gloriously nostalgic among so many of us ---- and its typically para-club type finish and polish, all speak of easy ornaments made the easy way for a cheesy world of easy money.
Such jewellery tugs at our collective memory of a significant slice of our biyer-bari experiences and there's more because the side chains take up the narrative and unceasingly, through their repetitive katai and misplaced flowers and odd fruit shapes, bring home that feeling of deja vu that many of us sadly (or deliberately) choose to ignore but scores use as an entitlement to affirm their lives by.
Anyhow, these extraordinarily light and committedly commonplace Rani-Hars from our Regular Section
