As I see it
Do you think I should go and get my eyesight checked?
The thing is, in the last few months whenever I
have entered the departure terminal of the domestic airport at Lucknow, I have
been assailed by this fear that I have Lucknow airport colour blindness.
General gyan (knowledge) says the colour blind see everything in only selective
colours, though not necessarily, black and white and the greys in between. I see
only pink and purple there. Sometimes the monotony of the colour duo is broken and
I see touches of blue and red too.
There is so much pink and purple that I am not
sure if the decorator was being creative or expressing support for the female
gender. Not a great fan of getting everything boy in blue and girl in pink, I stand
clouded in uncertainty. Besides, the
profusion of decorative elements forces
me to scrunch my eyes so the dazzle does not confuse my optic nerve.
We Indians love colour and excessive
decorations, but I nurse this dumb idea that airports should be open, uncongested
spaces so that it is easy to maneuver among the crowds who are rushing to be
the first ones to get in and fly, or get out and reach wherever they mean to.
I see clay and other sculptures besides plants
in vertical gardens or trapped in pots. These are apart from the shops, shops
and shops that are fast sprouting on every step and turn, trying to woo
customers glued to their mobile screens for last minute shopping of chikan,
kebab, chocolates, handbags or indulge in overpriced chai, dosa,
samosa, and coffee.
Not only that, huge billboards advertising Adaniji’s
very own brand of besan (chickpea flour), cooking oil and other food
items kindly and subtly remind me to update my grocery list. The great one stop
shop that he is, I also see billboards of his green energy projects and university.
I hope Shrimaan Adaniji (Mr Adani) and
his team are done with the decoration of the domestic airport at Lucknow
and will now move on to other cities included in their contract to make
them equally beautiful.
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Last week had brought a break from the
temperatures already creeping up the scale in March and everyone was relieved
when rain came. Most of the urban north smiled with respite at the breeze
brought in by the unseasonal showers.
Nearly-ready crops flattened by rain and hailstorm |
But then I saw pictures of farmers sitting with their heads in their hands because the rain and hailstorm had damaged their almost-ready rabi crops. My heart sank. It was a double whammy for them, what with the heat wave in the first half of the month and then rain and hail later, which flattened the standing crops. Damaged crops mean lesser yield, less money for farmers, higher prices of commodities for everyone and the spiral results in more inflation. I am told this is climate change spelling out the future of this planet in ugly, bold letters. An unsettling thought but aren’t we ourselves to blame for the increasing pollution, deforestation, and development at the cost of human and plant life?
Perhaps because of the change in guards’ shifts in our complex, there was nobody at the back gate. The noisily chatting group came in thorough the narrow side entrance and I realized what was happening.
For those who may not know, let me explain.
On the eighth or the ninth day of the Chaitra navratras (nine days of fast and worship of Goddess Durga in the Hindu month of Chaitra), girls who have not yet attained puberty, are worshipped as kanjak/kanya as the nine embodiments of Goddess Durga. Small children, yet untouched by the ways of the world, are thought to have pure souls.
Nine girls (it could be 18 too, depending on the
wish and pocket of the householder) and one boy (langur) are invited.
One washes their feet, ties sacred thread on their wrists, offers them food. The
menu for this occasion includes poori (deep-fried Indian bread), potato
curry, dahi-vada (lentil doughnuts soaked in yogurt), kala chana (black
chickpeas), jalebi, halwa, kheer (rice pudding), fruits etc. While
leaving, they are given gifts or cash.
The schools are closed after the final or
annual examination and the children look forward to this treat. I remember as a
little girl it used to be super fun because several households would invite you
for kanjak. Also, this was the rare occasion when parents did not mind
you accepting money (although the sums used to be rather paltry).
It used to be a special day and only girls were
invited, yet perhaps going by gender equality or because they would trouble
their parents, small young boys may also be included in the pooja nowadays.
The children of the present times are smarter than we
used to be and know who would give more money or expensive gifts. Excitedly, they move
about with bags so that they can carry their haul home.
Continuing with my story, I realized that these
children were freelance kanjaks coming from nearby colonies, looking for
invitations from people. They waited outside and if someone could not arrange kanyas
to feed, was short of the number or the ones invited were too busy making rounds
of several houses, they would offer their services.
I informed the guard in another block who
chased them away. If you are curious, yes, I did feel a tinge of guilt at being
a killjoy and damaging the prospects of improvement in their personal finances,
but the sight of a horde of small-sized strangers noisily moving around, gaping
at buildings in the hope of emergency offers, made me uncomfortable.
But what ingenuity! In a country where preschoolers and primary school students also have a business plan and are willing to take the risk, who dare forecast darkness ahead for Indian economy? Boo to the naysayers, I say.
Brilliant as always
ReplyDeleteIn my electrical department of icf, I have seen a lot of colur blind persons who got selected in written exams for group B officers but medically unfit to attend interview which the next stage for final selection
ReplyDelete, to name few ...saminathan, narayanan, gurusami, kamaraj...
They fought for justice and won their case in CAT and high court
completed their Railway services by superannuating successfully
They lived happily thereafter.
I have lived in Lucknow for five years and Varanasi for four and New Katni for three.
ReplyDeleteThis door -to-door campaign is new to me.
In the deep south (Travancore ) brahmin boys who had not got their sacred thread(Yagnopaveet)
used to go door to door reciting a doggerel listing sweets served on different occasions.They received gifts of one quarter anna and a silk langoti.
The door-to- door recital of Sundari Mundari Ho on Lohri traditionally receives a gift of jaggery which the singers ritually reject saying it it is bitter.They are then mollified by gifts of dry fruits and nuts.
Indians should worship the Kanyas throughout the year if they are really loving and respecting them.Why this ritual is limited for two days in a year ?
ReplyDeleteCouldn't agree more with you on keeping airports decongested, climate change! Yes, kanjak time was party time in the bygone times!
ReplyDeleteKanjak time is party time for kids
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