Rajasthani Folk Songs

Mera assli kali ka lehenga.... mehendi raachan laagi... aayi shubh ghadi....


Today I got to check out few Rajasthani Folk Songs. Although they were new to me but I thought I have heard these tunes sometime before.. Strange... isn't it? I really felt like I know these tunes and these are integral part of my being.

I recalled dancing on these tunes in my School Annual Day functions... Rajan Sir was our Dance Teacher. Like a flash of light, School days came into my sight... The Dance practice sessions, the discussions that followed. It was crazy!! I miss those carefree days now..

I recalled my daadi freaking out throughout our Home asking moms, chachis et al to do this and that.. asking kids not to keep their sane.. all sorts of preparations for Festivals in our Home. A festival was literally that - a moment, a day, an evening filled with celebrations. I miss those fun-filled days now..

I recalled myself, my brother and cousins running around throughout our Sweet Home... making lots of noise, dancing in the rains (yes literally). We would go on the Terrace whenever it rained and had a freakingly gala time. I miss those rainy days now..

It was indeed a beautiful feeling to have discovered this relationship I was having between Me and Rajasthani Songs...

If I would have started fancying these songs before my marriage then I would have defintely prepared my "Sangeet" on a Rajasthani theme.. Unfortunately, I am already married now.. :P

Shelves

That was the time when I was a little kid. There were very few shelves in my wardrobe. I wanted a bigger one so that I can have much more shelves. Few shelves were taking care of most of my belongings and were good enough to hold what I had. However, I craved for a bigger one.

When I grew up, I got a bigger one. I was so amused and thrilled that I decorated it with lots of love and care. I kept on segregating it further into as many shelves as I could. The number of shelves in my wardrobe grew by the day. My wardrobe turned into a big clutter. Now and then, whenever I wanted something from it, it gave me a hard time to get hold of it.

Then it occurred to me that I need to reduce shelves in it. I have to have only so much shelves as are enough to accomodate my immediate need things. The future things and past things need to be kept at bay.

Life became easier thereafter. I had fewer shelves now and was able to locate whatever I wanted with ease. I became a happy person all over again.

Days passed by and I became a mature person...  Little things that life offereed became mundane and it was no more thrilling to see a glimpse of the shelves and things in my wardrobe. It became just another furniture for me... and I was no more possessive about it. Nor was I very much keen to talk abt it or decorate it.

I resorted to take a look into my wardrobe. Then one fine day, I was taken aback to see that the shelves are no more what they used to be... The partition seem to have disappeared and it all became a big one piece of storage space. I had been accostumoed to search for my things in this big space that I did not seem to bother abt it. It is only now that I had figured out why the thrill was not there anymore..

Then I rearranged the shelves once again and made sure that the things that belonged to one should not be allowed to peek a boo into the other and vice versa..

That day changed my destiny. I became not only thrilled for life all over again but realized that this thrill is here to stay.. for a much longer time..


Do you have your own Wardrobe Story to share? :)



PS: Inspired from a discussion with Mahesh Bansal.