Rhythm divine – a look at the facade and the soul of festivities…
Amidst the shimmer of electric phantasmagoria, Brighter glimmers the humble and earthen diya . Wake up – beckons the forgotten dhaaki, Be part of the revelry – the blessed, the lucky. Caught up we get in scriptures voluminous But outfits to adore us are garnered in surplus! Seek we joy, deliverance and spirituality, Adorned in dearly bought garish superfluity. Appetites assume a gargantuan proportion But starve we within for love and attention, As click, click – goes the selfie shutter, Aiming to set many a hearts a-flutter! The tide of humanity, swept by devotion Endures traffic snarls, in patient redemption. The fury of nature scorned, threatens to spoil Dexterous craftsmanship, the fruits of toil. Worship we the fierce and the mighty, The slayer of demons – a female deity. In a country where women grovel for liberty, Taking after the goddess yet shunned in actuality. Rooted in tradition, warped by modernity Are festivals in India far remov...