Showing posts with label Festivals. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Festivals. Show all posts

Tuesday, 10 February 2009

Have we lost our Identity?

Every festival has its own meaning. Diwali for example is the day when good triumphed over evil. Likewise Pongal, the most famous festival of Tamilnadu, marks the beginning of the harvest season. One common feature of all festivals is that they are all national holidays & a chance to see the loved ones. But since the dawn of the IT era in India, I strongly feel that festivals only serve its purpose as a holiday & not as a great family unifier.
Answer me from the bottom of ur heart. How many of U go to our native places to see our relatives these days? Nowadays, festivals are all about watching TV & all those ‘for the first time in the history of Indian Television’ crap. We drag ourselves to the Pooja room for the mandatory Pooja only after mom’s repeated screams. We are too shy to say ‘Pongalo Pongal’, instead rush to the theaters to scream ‘Thalaiva…’. What happened to the nature bather bullock cart rides to the temple? Instead, we prefer the cozy, artificial A/C comfort of our car. We skip ‘Jallikattu’ at the village for WWE or TNA. All those innocent people in the village, with whose prayers we’ll always be, hardly getting to their favorite son of the soil’s face at least once a year. Traditional folk music is replaced by the Trans music of the discos.
This but gives me only one conclusion. ‘In the name of globalization we have not only mortgaged our brains to the west, but also mortgaged our culture.’ We have lost our identity. When are we going to get it back?

Tuesday, 6 January 2009

Machaan!!! Happy New Year!!!

New Year’s Day. January 1st. A time for celebration. A time to welcome a new year with hope and excitement. But January 1st is very special in another way. How?

So, yours truly and his friends set off to Besant Nagar Beach after a routine New Year’s Eve party. There is a virtual race of sorts to reach the destination before the stroke f midnight. By the way, on no time of the year will u be able to see traffic at midnight like that on a New Year’s. We realized we are still on the road at 12am. It doesn’t matter as high fives were exchanged between bikers notwithstanding the frenetic pace of our travel. We reach the beach at 5 min past midnight and had to walk a good 500 meters to reach Barista Coffee Shop.

As we walk, we hear people shouting ‘Happy New Year’ to their friends and strangers. Suddenly every stranger I meet on the street is like my best friend. Every voice sounds happy & straight from their heart came ‘Machan!!! Happy New Year’ as if they are wishing their best friend. This along with a friendly handshake or even a hug. I don’t remember any face that wished me on that day, but I was more than happy to reciprocate with my version of ‘Machan!!! Happy New Year’.

This made me think of one thing. What if all 365 days of the year be the same? Why do people run like machines on all days not even bothering to smile at a person next to them in a bus, or for that sake, anybody they meet? It’s another thing that at least half of those who wished me were drunk. But still, the world would be a much happy place to live if we find the same happy spirit that I witnessed on everybody’s face on that night.

Happy New Year friends. Do at least one good thing everyday and make at least one person smile everyday. Your life will be a lot more meaningful then.