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)