Sunday, February 28, 2010

The festival of Hue

Its once again time for us to celebrate the pious festival of colours, and rejuvenate our mirth and joy. Holi is a festival of hues, originated primarily in Mathura, supposedly by Sri Krishna. It is still as much popular, as it was during then. On this day everybody comes out with their pichkaris, colours, abir etc to beautify their friends and relatives, and in a way embellish their hearts. Colours play a very significant role in this particular ocassion. Red, Green, and Yellow are the primary colours used in this festival. 'Red' symbolises energy, power, passion and love; 'Green' is the colour of nature, and represents growth, harmony, freshness, and fertility. Green has strong emotional correspondence with safety. And, 'yellow', the colour of sunshine, epitomises joy, happiness, and intellect. The festival aims at inculcating the virtues of these hues in the life of every human being, and thereby, dispelling all the colours of gloom, which overshadows and darkens up the very existence of mankind. Thus, the true significance of holi is not merely playing with colours, but also aiming at an emotional invigoration. A resurrection of the joys, mirth, glory, happiness and all the positive virtues, leaving behind the negative vibes of life.

In Bengal, Tagore initiated this festival as an emblem of unity and harmony. On this very day at Santiniketan, the students come out in 'Yellow' dresses, unanimously singing the song "orey grihobashi, khol dwar khol, laglo je dol....". It is followed by playing with abir. Holi there is celebrated with a tinge of spirituality, filling the minds of people with an air of solace and peace.

Let us all come out to celebrate this festival of colours, forget all our sorrows, miseries, hatredness, enmity and embrace the true true spirit of Holi, kindness, sacrifice, love, peace and unity. HAPPY HOLI TO ALL...!!!

Saturday, February 13, 2010

My soul was drenched in god’s own tears,
That he shed upon us as heavenly showers
People ran for shade under the bowers…
Failing to perceive, they were to rub our fears.