The World Heritage Week that commenced from yesterday aims at spreading awareness about one’s culture and past. India, being one of the oldest civilisations in the world, has no shortage of history and heritage. Protecting and caring about monuments is relatively easy, but the protection and preservation of intangible heritage is hard. Our abstract ideas, ways of life, religion and traditions form a part of this intangible heritage. One such inseparable part of our “Indian-ness” is the ability to tell stories! We are the most dramatic and animated storytellers of the world. And this oral tradition of bringing alive a story is deeply embedded in our identity as an Indian.
India these last few days is alive with auspicious pujas and its the nights are vibrant with lights, music, and life! Navratri, the festival which is celebrated with such pomp and zest in India, is the festival that venerates various forms or avatars of the divine feminism which is the representation of positive celestial energy.
Sharada Navratri, a nine-day long festival (Nav = Nine and Ratri = Nights), of which each day is dedicated to the worship of different forms of Shakti (the primordial feminine principle), is celebrated in the bright half of the Hindu calendar month Ashvin, which typically falls in the Gregorian months of September and October. Continue reading Navratri: Veneration of the Primordial Feminine Principle
Have you ever looked up at the moon and seen a rabbit or a hare? For some reason I see something that resembles a Mickey-Mouse walking! Or perhaps Bugs Bunny – which is a rabbit per say but not the conventional one that the rest see…well, did you know there are many legends around the world about this rabbit that lives on the moon?
Continue reading Deer? Rabbit? What do you see on the Moon?
She heard him calling her from far off, barely audible. Finally, someone had come looking for her. She was afraid she would probably die here, trapped! But he came…as promised.
She had shut off the world for a long time now. It was time to wake up. She could finally set her eyes on him. He had no idea how long she had waited for him…and just how desperately. She tried to open her eyes. Her eyelids felt heavy as if they were weighed down by something. The effort it took to open them nearly exhausted her. But there he was, right in front of her. Continue reading Ahalya #writephoto