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It's that time of the year when despite the chaitra heat and the dry wind from the north blowing over the plains make you scurry for cover, there's an excitement in the air too. Naba- Barsha in Bengal, Rongali Bihu in Assam, Baisakhi in Punjab, whichever name it carries, the New Year according to the traditional calendar is ready to be ushered in. It's exciting to watch the crowds jostling for space on Kolkata's footpath stalls and haggling over prices of new clothes. Same too in Guwahati where people throng the streets coming even from villages to buy the latest designer clothes for Bihu.

This is a different kind of New Year, not of parties and clubs and belly dancers brought in by five star hotels to entertain guests. The winter celebration introduced during the colonial days. But this New Year smells different, bringing back associations of centuries, a festival of the farmers who launched the ploughing season during this period starting with the new year. The food is different too, not cakes and Christmas puddings, but pitha and payesh.

Some complain that Indian New Year has become as commercialised as the year-end bash. And that shops hype the "Choitra sale" to advertise their stocks, and restaurants scream the Naba Barsha platter to attract more customers, and that's it. But is it any use lamenting about 'changing times' and dismissing this celebration as a marketing ruse? Things, tastes, social trends, are never static. Even if it's ritualistic, perhaps in a new format, there's value in the celebration like this. A Bengali girl who cannot think of wearing anything else than a pair of jeans or salwar suits round the year is more likely to don a saree on the Poila Baisakh day. Likewise, an Assamese woman will wear only 'mekhela chador', the two-piece hand-woven apparel on the Bihu day. The food too, at home or restaurant, veers towards the traditional.

Times are a changing, of course! In Assam preparing the traditional delicacy of pitha with ground 'Bara' rice and filled with ground sesame seed and jaggery is a must but today its preparation is almost confined to the villages. Urban women, confined to flats and without the infrastructure cannot dream of grinding the rice on mortar and pestle but they serve guests pitha anyway, buying it from village women. In fact, many village women make good money during the season. Likewise, the custom of giving the gamocha, handwoven towels to the menfolk continues. Time was when the women would weave them at the home themselves; today they are mostly woven in the looms of Tamil Nadu! Today across the Brahmaputra valley the vibrating Bihu dance and competition for Bihu Queen in city functions; the age-old man-woman courtship dance performed in village fields has now moved to the stage. But the charm of the dance has remained and the beat of the dhol still pulsates the blood of the young and old.

In Kolkata, the rush to offer puja on the New Year day, the decorated arches of the shops announcing the opening of the hal-khata for the next financial year and the sweetmeat shops doing brisk business create a different atmosphere altogether.

As our culture has become more urban-centric, and lifestyle too has changed, these little reminders of traditional festivities are important landmarks in the 365 day calendar. On such days less than ordinary, we go back to our roots, even though cursorily. Perhaps some young ones' curiosity is raised about the community's past and that's a plus.

The point is, even in westernised lifestyles these customs are still followed. It's no use being cynical and mourn that 'everything is gone'. Change is a fact of life and if the seeds of tradition is carried on through celebrations like Naba Barsha then it's fine. As long as the special meanings of special days do not disappear forever.


 

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