Beautifully
decked up Gopis (aka galz of the city), gleaming lights spread across temples,
the aroma of delicacies being prepared in the kitchen, the festivity in the
air, and enjoying it all from his jhoola, our cuties pie Laddoo Gopala, with a
flute in his hand and a cherubic smile on his face…
Happy
Janmashtmi!
Being
born and brought up in Delhi, Janmashtmi has always been a big affair for me. I
have lost track of the time since when have I been fasting every Janmashtmi. As
a kid, my house was near the famous Birla Mandir of Delhi. Every Janmashtmi, I
used to be up and ready in my new clothes, pestering papa to take me to temple.
At that age, more than the bhajans and puja, I used to look forward to the
lovely Jhoolas right outside the temple. Birla Mandir used to have some amazing
moving Jhankis, one of their kind at that time. Many TV channels and thousands
of devotees used to flock the temple garden to catch a glimpse.
Post examining each Jhanki & enjoying the
yummy Prasad came the best part – the Jhoolas and the fair outside the temple!
With a twinkle in my eyes I would rush to each jhoola. I was super greedy about
the Giant wheel and loved the butterfly in the stomach feel whenever the jhoola
came down at a great speed. Every circle meant waiving to Papa, who would
patiently wait downstairs, lovingly watching his bundle of joy enjoying the
ride! I had to be forced to return home where mom would be busy preparing
delicious food!
We
shifted to the new house & the joy of jhoolas and temple jhankis was replaced
by our very own jhanki! Me and my friends would spend the whole day creating
jhanki out of household stuff. Blue surf detergent used to create river, toys
to create villagers…the jhanki would be complete with a small boy & girl
dressed as Radha and Krishna. As neighbourhood aunties flocked to our jhankis
& appreciated our creativity, we would swell up with pride at our labour of
love! Some generous aunty would sponsor the Prasad which was distributed after
the midnight pooja.
Those
were the days…
And
now…amidst the hustle bustle of the city swelling with new inhabitants
everyday, the charm of Janmashtmi has reduced to watching live coverage from
temples on TV. Grandmother’s bhajans have been replaced by “Radha on the dance
floor”. But I’m glad the charm of the festival remains, albeit with a modern
twist (oops remix) to it!
Once
or twice, we tried going to the good old Birla Mandir & Iskcon temple, but
the swarm of people overcrowding the temple premises left me feeling
claustrophobic. The delicious preparations are still made, just that they are
now prepared by me and my mom in law. With frequent security threats, the
common man now fears to venture out in crowded places on such days. Even the
local Gopis feel unsafe with many a Kansas hovering around the city!
As I
look at Lord Krishna enjoying his maakhan mishri , I wonder and say “Is this
your Gokul?” where the Kansas have outnumbered the Krishnas
The
Gopi inside sings a silent song –
Kansa
bharey chaaron or (Kansas hovering around everywhere),
Kare humein
pareshan, machayein shor (Troubling us),
Chalao
Sudarshan bachao humein, lao chain chaaron or (Use ur Sudarshan wheel and save
us),
Coz
this Gopi wants a safe city once more!
So true so true..What can we do to get the old spirit back!
ReplyDeleteWe all have questions for God! And he refuses to appear. Nice post Shaivi.
ReplyDeleteThis lovely post has a special meaning for me..i too lived near Birla Mandir and we used to frequent it just as you have described...miss those days & that ambiance.
ReplyDeleteHow cleverly you have woven today's unsafe atmosphere with this festival--well done Shivi !!!!
its nice to know about the custom followed there. i like the way you called it a remix.. happy festival. lovely post Shaivi :)
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Change is the only thing Constant here..But with all the changes in celebrating festivals..the devotions still remains the same..
ReplyDeleteReally lovely depiction :-)
ReplyDeleteYou are so true those were the days....the spirit and the simplicity of celebrating festivals is lost somewhere in the bustle and bustle...
love the festival
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