Raja Raptures !

 

 

Banaste dakila gaja..

Barasake thare asichi raja..

Asichi raja lo gheni nua saja baja..

 

With the onset of monsoon, this folk song instilled with love and little bit of pamper, resonates across every hamlet and echoes around the hinterlands of Odisha. Harbinger of fertility and prosperity, monsoon not only adds to the agrarian economy but also emanates the very spirit of festivity among the farmers. ‘Raja’ : a typical three day long Odia festival is celebrated throughout the state in the month of june, revealing the latent meaning of ‘monsoon’ and subtly correlating it to woman and womanhood.

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‘Raja’ is derived from the word ‘Rajaswala’ which implies menstruating woman.From sanskrit words,‘Raja’ and ‘Bija’ are the two ornaments which bring generation. Natively, believed that just like a woman, Bhudevi(mother earth) menstruates for those three days and is offered ceremonial bath on the fourth day.The festival is celebrated phase wise, each day being relevant in its own way.The first day is ‘Pahili Raja’ followed by ‘Mithuna Sankranti’ or ‘Raja Sankranti’ that marks the beginning of solar month of Mithuna(Rainy season) and the third day is ‘Bhu Daaha’ or ‘Basi Raja’ when farming activities like sowing and ploughing are generally deterred, ensuing to the belief that this is the time when mother earth rejuvinates ! The fourth day is ‘Vasumati snana’ : dedicated to the ceremonial bath.

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Raja Saja’ : The festival of embellishment brings relentless joy among girls and women as they dollup gracefully.They put on new attires, apply altar(a red dye) to the feet, kajal to the eyes, kumkum on the forehead and worship a clay block with flowers, incense sticks and delicacies in a single room that serves as ‘Raja ghara’ (house).They spend the three days of the festival there, make their beds on the floor of that room and stay engaged in various fun filled activities.Men are prohibited from entering that room. As a custom, girls are not allowed to walk barefoot, instead they wear footwear made up of banana stalk and refrain themselves from carrying out household chores.People can be seen indulged in indoor and outdoor games like ludo, carrom, cards and kabaddi.’Raja Doli’(swings) are tied to the branches of mango, banyan and neem tree. Young girls and boys merrily move with the decorated swings in to and fro motion against the rhythm of the wind singing ‘Doli Gita’ (songs) in chorus in colloquial language.The songs are not just for mere amusement, rather decipher the realities, experiences and processes of life in the form of anecdotes. ‘Raja podapitha’ (cake made up of rice flour) : is the most palatable and prevalently prepared dish during Raja and ‘Raja Paan’(Betel leaf stuffed with sweet condiments) is always sought after.

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When puberty hits an adolescent girl for the first time, its an occasion of celebration in Odia families ! It’s a blissful moment for a girl who gradually turns into a woman and ultimately the life giver ! Raja festival itself is a promulgation that in a country where it is very  common to seclude women from social life while they are menstruating, Odisha stands out of the crowd ! This is how the state breaks the stigma and drifts away from the taboo of ‘impure’ menstrual blood , thus embracing the very natural process.It calls for a new perception of wholeness : men and women are intricately intertwined, adorned with forbearance, parallel and consistent like the wheels of the chariot, together progress and prosper. Recently the Nation celebrated Menstrual Hygiene Day on 28th May with the notion “ It’s a life giving cycle: celebrate it  !“  The festival of relations, Raja reiterates to rejoice one of the canons of the nature and ensures that such boon doesn’t ostracize the basic entity of our humankind !

 

 

 

 

 

Till I break down once more….

All at once, I could sense ..
The way your heart beckoned..
Without a single utterance…
Asking me for some more…
For some more and more years to wait…
Those several years, not enough though…isn’t it ?
To fall in and out of love ..again and again…
Thus Left us halfway..
Where we try to part ways, yet stuck …
Like the evening horizon..
Where the earth and the sky…
Meet and part ..
Meet and part…

I will wait ..I will wait to put a closure to….
For that little bit of unrequited love…
Pending from your side…
Don’t forget this time…
Please don’t forget this time…
I will wait ..I will wait blindfolded…
And let you trespass my heart…for one last time !
To let you discover..
The half hope and half ache its been carrying..
The solitude it endured while you woke up in the crowd..
Still..
I still promise to wait..

Till I break down once more…
And find the same you healing me to the core…

she writes because no one listens…

Towards the dead of night; once again

when the three needles of the clock met

she picked up the pen

and weaved some words..till late…

A subtle stream of thoughts, diverse yet steady

rolled out on the flawless & charmless white paper

complementing and completing it…

like the first rain that dribbles through dirt & dust

to arouse life as it embraces the crust.

As she scribbled in pensive mood

the smell of the ink rejuvenated her senses

just like the essence of the petrichor; fresh and mild

mingles with the air as it passes…

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For ‘writing’ became her better half

that sought the depth of her love and kindness

gave wings to her spirit,made her cry & laugh.

She is a pilgrim and writing is her pilgrimage…

She is an ailing soul and writing is the only solace..

Both indefinite, absorbed & lost within !

For writing has induced her with fifty shades of fervour

with which she finds calmness amid chaos

which has fetched her an everlasting contentment

which has accompanied her in despair and solitude…

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For her, writing is like a mirror reflecting the truth

For her, writing is a story, a sketch and a melody so smooth

For her, writing is the silence that too can speak

For her, writing is the darkness that too can shine...

For writing subsumes both beauty and the beast

For writing is itself the path as well as the destination

Writing is pious, writing is pure and writing is tempting.

‘Writing’ for her is world at a glance..

She writes because she perceives the ‘whole’

She writes because she communicates through the soul..

She writes because people hardly listen…

She writes because no one listens…

She writes because no one listens…

FRIENDSHIP FEST !!! :)

For the thrust you have been

when my strength was sinking…

For the support you have been

when I was stumbling…

For you clutched my hand

that remained untouched , numb…

and took me to a land

where I was no more desolated and mum…

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It wasn’t about words

but our silence that whispered…

It was never about years

but just a moment that is ever cheered…

You fetched me tranquillity amid  the tumult and turmoil

and carved out a “better me”  when I was about to spoil…

 

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Those countless thoughts & ceaseless memories

in my heart , I shall forever treasure…

for it has helped me evade all miseries

and has led me to a world full of pleasures….

The friendship fire shall remain ablaze

not just today but for approaching days….

it will rise high and acquire praise

and radiate its bright & colourful rays….

 

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To all my FRIENDS, new and old

this rare relation we shall always uphold…

Your presence in my life is priceless and divine

and we can count on each other as we shine…

May be miles and miles apart

and little is the concern that have shown

But deep in my heart , I care for you

much and MUCH MORE THAN YOU HAVE EVER KNOWN !!!!!

 

HAPPPPY FRIENDSHIP DAY :):)

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