Holi 2019: How Much Changed Celebration of Raga, Color and Rice

Holi is the festival of society breaking the inertia and stagnation. Rage and color are essential for moving a depressed man, both are in Holi. This is a festival of collective glee. Traditional and prosperous societies can only sport and feed Holi. It is not a celebration of the society which is attracting rude and artificial woman. Culturally, poor people cannot play Holi. He cannot become part of this happiness. 'Safety valve' is the holi of fruition, frustration and inner feelings within a year.

Holi is the passion of love, in which the society is in dire need. There is such a celebration, which wash the poison inside us. Holi has anger, colour, laughter, humour, rhythm, whim, joy and fun. This festival breaks social inequalities, realizes freedom from taboos, where there is no bigger nor small, no man or woman, no Barry nor foe. In this festival, people and society are neglected by forgetting rage and malice. Not being centered on any one deity, this festival collectively identifies the qualities of divinity within the society. That is why our ancestors developed Holi festival.

To understand the significance of the festivals here, we have to understand the significance of change of season. According to the nature and nature of the spring, its true festival is Holi. Spring is the Holi and Holi is of the society. Holi dispels sadness of society. Holi is also celebrating the farewell of the old year and coming of the New Year. This is the day of combustion of filth. There is a chance to flutter your false pride, ego and superiority in front of society. The practice of burning tamas is. There is an opportunity to blame the absurdity.

Holi celebrations

In Holi, we remember our own idol of Benaras. If the exit from the metropolis, the anger of the phag was deep in the villages, towns and in the district. In my childhood, the companions of the village used to call me Goindhi (surname). Where there is no demand on demand, the program of slapping outside the house starts. There was a house in a house where there was a lot of abuse. The higher the lightness of the hallus of the neighborhood, the higher its reputation. Then the deepest filing on the second day.

The bonfire of the holika is stretched. We all went to the house; we were left alone, the ones whose home was noisy. Most of my neighbours were Yadavs and Muslims, but the cult of Holi did not come in the hall. Together, all this involved in the turmoil. Anwar Bhai likewise plays a phag, like Pandit Giridhar Gopal. The pride of caste, class and sect is spent on this occasion.

Literature and music are divided into Holi's description. Holi is the only such festival in our festivals and festivals, which is the most written in the literature. From mythical narrative or from the earliest to the modern literature, Krishna's 'Brij Hori' Raghuveera's 'Awadh Hori' and Shiva's 'Masan Holi' are mentioned. Raga and color are the two major parts of Holi. Apart from the seven colors, the sounding of seven tones enhances its beauty. Song, Phag, Hori, Dhamar, Rasia, Kabir, Jogira, Dhrupad, small Khayalwali Thumri, makes Holi a real time. On the other hand, Holi's colors are found in poetry from Najir to new era shayars. Nazir Akbarabadi is overwhelmed with Holi. When the phagun colors appear, then see the holidays of Holi ... when the noise of the dharmad rises, then see the Holi of Holi. Then the new round of poet Alok Shrivastav gave Holi the colors of life have seen from the mirror. 'Learn all the colors here, play all the colors right here, and you will not be able to paint all the colors in front of happy life.'

In the Vedic period, this festival was called Navanaishi, which is the law of distributing Prasad by havening the food. Manu was born this day too. History of playing Holi is also found between Akbar and Jodha Bai and Shahjahan and Noor Jahan. This cycle continued till the Nawabs of Awadh. Wajid Ali Shah used to play Holi with a tinge of Shahu Tesu.

People celebrate Holi at Nandgaon

In Holi, Holi is generally the festival of Deor-Bhati, but in the Jav region of Mathura, there is also a hurricane of Radha-Balram, that is Jeth-Bahu. Traditionally, holi is two days old. The first day is called Holika Dahan and the second day is called Dhurdi, Dhukkhel, Dulivandan. The second round of coloring, singing and playing songs goes on till noon. Holi is celebrated throughout the week in many parts of the country. Holi is different in different areas of Braj-rowing, Nandgaon, Gokul, Govardhan and Vrindavan. But everywhere, joy, cultural prosperity and welcome to crops are at its core.

According to Buddhist literature, once in Shravasti, Holi was so stubborn that Gautam Buddha would not sit in the city for seven days. The traditional Holi Tesu boiled water. Fragrant red and yellow colors were made. Now it has been replaced by cow dung and mud. Where did we go, where did we reach? Gulls, leather shades made of head-shattering chemicals, eye-blazer paints, made of them are today's Holi.

Holy literature has been in every period. Surdas, Rahim, Raskhana, Meera, Kabir, Bihari are Holi everywhere. Another scripture of Holi is the humorous satire. The literature tradition of Benaras, Allahabad and Lucknow is not untouched by it. These humorous seminars have now been replaced by abusive conventions. Where there is a sharp comment on the power establishment. Although these conventions cross the border of obscenity, but do injury on the wounds.

Holi is not just a celebration of instincts. He also educates the person and the society. It is a festival to overcome social inequities. Bachchan says, 'Bhav, thought, wave is different, the slope is different, the manner is different, the freedom, whatever you want today, take it on. If you have Holi, introduce yourself to strangers today. 'Old baba also used to worship Durga in Phagun. Time has changed! Today, Deor also teaches Sharafat without being old age.

Now there is no inner color or no outside. Holi is my admiration for the children or the handkerchief. Where did he go, that joy and he jogira saa ra ra ra! Where is the fagun fun!