It's sad that no one's around to tell the Earth
Tell her just how much the Sun loves her.
( Amish Tripathi, Raavan,Enemey of Aryavrata)
Happened to read early in the morning (incidentally) today The Ballad of the Sun and the Earth from Raavan by Amish Tripathi. The messages of Happy Basant were already there on whatsapp and as I opened the door, the sunshine had such a warm, vibrant, smiling look as if cheekily muttering 'paala udant'! Juxtaposed to the intimidating thunderous rain the day before last evening, the Sun having been smittern much earlier than scheduled by the hovering dark clouds, today morning bore an altogether hopeful look and chill- less demeanour.
Spring is one such word which symbolises positivity, cheer, joy. It stands for a new beginning leaving behind anything and everything having negative connotation-autumn, cruel winter, dense fog, long nights, small days. It is revered all over the world and welcomed joyfully with kite flying, air baloons, tanning camps and exclusive joie de vivre.
In our country its arrival is marked by Ma Saraswati jayanti-the goddess of love, poetry, creativity, music and dance. Basant is considered an 'anpuchha muhurat'- the most auspicious day beyond any doubt.
Nature has in its coffers bounty of happiness ready to shower the same unto ourselves abundantly without any discrimination. Are we ready to accept as cheerfully and voluntarily the offers it makes? Do we have the zest to celebrate our very own festivals? How many of us value these small but meaningful cherishables to cook yellow sweet rice, wear yellow clothes, share with neighbours the sweet culinaries and fly the kites? Are we, the recepients of rich joyous traditions also going to leave behind for posterity the spirit to celebrate? Or is it waning as days wither us and we mutter: sannoo kee...what to us?
'Where are the songs of spring, ay where are they? (John Keats)
Tell her just how much the Sun loves her.
( Amish Tripathi, Raavan,Enemey of Aryavrata)
Happened to read early in the morning (incidentally) today The Ballad of the Sun and the Earth from Raavan by Amish Tripathi. The messages of Happy Basant were already there on whatsapp and as I opened the door, the sunshine had such a warm, vibrant, smiling look as if cheekily muttering 'paala udant'! Juxtaposed to the intimidating thunderous rain the day before last evening, the Sun having been smittern much earlier than scheduled by the hovering dark clouds, today morning bore an altogether hopeful look and chill- less demeanour.
Spring is one such word which symbolises positivity, cheer, joy. It stands for a new beginning leaving behind anything and everything having negative connotation-autumn, cruel winter, dense fog, long nights, small days. It is revered all over the world and welcomed joyfully with kite flying, air baloons, tanning camps and exclusive joie de vivre.
In our country its arrival is marked by Ma Saraswati jayanti-the goddess of love, poetry, creativity, music and dance. Basant is considered an 'anpuchha muhurat'- the most auspicious day beyond any doubt.
Nature has in its coffers bounty of happiness ready to shower the same unto ourselves abundantly without any discrimination. Are we ready to accept as cheerfully and voluntarily the offers it makes? Do we have the zest to celebrate our very own festivals? How many of us value these small but meaningful cherishables to cook yellow sweet rice, wear yellow clothes, share with neighbours the sweet culinaries and fly the kites? Are we, the recepients of rich joyous traditions also going to leave behind for posterity the spirit to celebrate? Or is it waning as days wither us and we mutter: sannoo kee...what to us?
'Where are the songs of spring, ay where are they? (John Keats)
Congratulation mam Sameto you
ReplyDeleteCongratulation mam Same to you
ReplyDelete❤️❤️❤️. Happy Basant. Regards.
ReplyDeleteAnita KharubJanuary 30, 2020 at 10:11 PM
ReplyDelete❤️❤️❤️. Happy Basant. Regards mam.
Many times we get so caught up in mundane activities that we fail to look at the most beautiful things in nature. Festivals like Basant remind us about the simple joys of life and if we have forgotten to rejoice in them we must relearn to enjoy because life's little pleasures are wonderful treasures....spring reminds us that after the cold and freezing times the Sun will return with all its warmth....
ReplyDeleteशोर में खो गई है शांति। सोचने का समय ना विचारने की मनोवृत्ति। कुछ पल ठहरकर खुद को देखना भी तो बंद होता जा रहा भागमभाग में।
ReplyDeleteBeautiful words, reminds the moments I actually enjoyed the Basant with Yellow Rice, clothes and ladoo. Similar to spring your name also symbolises positively and smile. Wish you a very happy and healthy life.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful writeup on happiness and pisitivity symbolused with bassnt panchmi...paala udant .superb
ReplyDeleteजी सही कहा जी। हम प्रकृति को भूल रहे हैं। हम खुश होना भी भूल रहे हैं। अतीव प्रिय सुमेधा, मैंने बसंत के दिन के लिए विशेष पीला सूट ख़रीदा। पीले चावल भी बनाये। बसंत को फेस्टिवल कि तरह मनाना प्यारे मम्मी एवं डी ए वी स्कूल कि प्रिय शशि मैडम से सीखा। वो पीला सूट पीली चूड़िआं पीली बिंदी लगा कर आती थी. डांस गाने यह sab... सुमेधा, मेरी पूरी कोशिश रहेगी कि उत्सवों का जोश बनाए रखें और प्रकृति से विमुख ना हों. Keep writing. Keep smiling. Keep shinining our dearest darling🌹SUMEDHA🌹
ReplyDeleteA very refreshing and relevant write up! You have given a great message of not forgetting our festivals as we have no time to stand and stare while running in the rat race. Thanks for sharing and making us pause...
ReplyDeleteKavita
Happy Basant, Regards🌷💐
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