Rinku came home after an eventful day at school, she often started her day at the crack of the dawn. While everybody at home cuddled in heavy blankets, she hurried to the washroom to spruce up. The hints of road canines and wild felines were dogging. Rinku and her friends walked to the tuition class together. Rinku was in high school, fear of board exams was gearing up. She would set up an alarm on a round white featureless alarm clock beside her bed each night and rose to a buzzing sound at 4 am every morning. Her eyes closed shut but the mind recollects, she must get up for her tuition class in an hour. One after another, she spent her day walking from one place to another, shuffling from school and tuition classes. When she arrived home, she was too drained to even consider skipping her feast to bounce into her pink cozy comforter.
The aroma of tangy cottage cheese curry mixed with coriander leaves and loads of tomatoes and chilly, it was Rinku’s favorite, she smelled it by the main door as she entered. The mother called her name to ask if she would help her to roll some chapatis in the kitchen today. Rinku’s mother was a short, fair, and big sized gorgeous woman, who dressed up in sarees every day. She had sacrificed her Master’s degree to take care of the household. Getting a B. Ed. Or B.T.C. was a piece of cake in the ’80s, she got married at the tender age of 19 and took homemaking as a further choice. She had gained weight after the 3rd child but regularly polished her intelligence with Rinku’s school lessons. Kids from the building often sought her recommendation in some subjects. Her role was to corroborate 4 people were fed with a hot meal on the table on 4 different incoming and outgoing schedules 3 times a day, but she tried to match them all consistently. Her afternoon indulged in chit-chatting with the neighborhood women while brisking the warm heat of the sun in winters. Being the firstborn, she had provided Rinku the privilege to avoid the house chores, who kept herself occupied in the books.
Rinku was exhausted but quickly changed into her pajamas, it was almost past supper time and pitch-black outside. She stood next to her mom; cooking was not something Rinku loved but the mother needed help. It wasn’t the help that she needed but some quality time with Rinku. “I would role chapatis and you roast them in the pan”, said mom. Chapatis are circular Indian bread made out of whole wheat flour kneaded freshly and rolled on a surface with the rolling pin and roasted on a pan. Rinku wasn’t happy to be in the kitchen, house chores were of her least interest. The clamor of amplifiers from miles away, arrived at Rinku’s ears and the weariness out of nowhere changed storytime, “Mother, what is that uproarious commotion’? What’s going on out there and isn’t it past the point of no return for it? “Goodness, it seems like Ramleela happening at someplace”, said Mom.
“Ramleela, what’s that?”, Rinku was very on edge to know.” It’s autumn again, you know back in my time, during Dussehra, we had live theater execution in my local spot, where kids from the area came to depict the characters from Ramayana. They rehearsed it for quite a long time to exhibit before the huge crowd”. Mother got nostalgic, her eyes were sparkling and a huge grin showed up as she talked, “You know, we dressed up in long coats and bell bottoms each night after supper and stroll towards the fields to watch the show”. “We cheered and applauded at convivial minutes and cleaned our tears with distress in certain parts. While we strolled to the area, we discussed what was expected that day, it was so much fun”. Rinku felt just like her mother was sitting at the bench while portraying the story, she could visualize everything. At that point she rejoiced again, “You know, we purchased popcorns and confections before the show, much the same as we accomplish for films now”. It was an open theater, a stupendous stage was built for Ramleela, where a group of people played similar characters each year.
“Ramleela, what’s that?”, Rinku was quite anxious to know.” It’s autumn again, you know back in our time, during Dussehra, we had a live theatre performance in my native place, where kids from the neighborhood came to portray the characters from Ramayana. They practiced it for months to showcase in front of the large audience”. Mom became nostalgic, her eyes were twinkling and a large smile appeared as she talked, “You know, we dressed up in long coats and bell bottoms every night after dinner and walk towards the fields to watch the show”. “We cheered and clapped at jovial moments and wiped our tears with agony in some parts. While we walked to the location, we talked about what was expected in those days’ show it was fun”. Rinku felt as if her mom was sitting at the bench while narrating the story, she could visualize it all. Then she rejoiced again, “You know, we bought popcorns and candies before the show, just like we do for movies now”. It was an open theatre, a grand stage was constructed for Ramleela, some people played the same characters every year.
It was amusing to realize that ladies didn’t partake in the theater so men would assume the function of Sita (fundamental female lead) and spruced up in a sari. He would come in as bull and change himself in flawless svelt lady wearing great silk saree and long hair and wore hefty cosmetics. Following quite a while of training, he would develop himself in a ladylike job and frequently overlook that he was a male. There were a couple of lead jobs and a ton of side jobs, complete family entertainment.
Dussehra followed by Navratri falls during the 10-day celebration celebrated in various cultures all over India, from East toward the West, from North to the South, individuals follow different traditions and customs to commend the merriments. Dussehra depends on the account of Lord Ram and his triumph over Demons. The celebration is tied in with praising the victory of good over insidiousness. Ramleela frequently began 15 to now and again 30 days prior and finished on Dussehra with Ravan’s passing. Leela–India’s own customary Broadway-like dramatic execution of the sacred writing Ramayana. The Kumaon area in the slopes of Uttarakhand is one such case of a spot. Curiously, the Kumaon Ram Leela is 150-year-old, because of which UNESCO has pronounced it the world’s longest-running drama. Furthermore, the Kumaon Ram Leela is currently an aspect of the World Cultural Heritage List. With the progression of time, individuals have explored different avenues regarding the show, yet the oral custom has remained as it generally seemed to be. Rinku’s mom originated from an extremely religious family, they all fasted for 9 days of Navratri to implore Goddess Durga and they gave this custom to Rinku too.
Rinku’s mom was from a hill station named, “Nainital” which was well known for celebrations. In Autumn, they additionally facilitated a Bengali Fest, they called it “Bengali Season” often celebrated in October. Hill stations exclusively get by on the travel industry and these celebrations carry euphoria to the organizations and local people. Bengalis come from Eastern India, where Durga Puja is boundlessly celebrated. Giant Idols of Goddess Durga are assembled a very long time ahead of time and afterward loved during 9 days of Navratri, Durga puja frequently begins from fifth day-tenth day of Navratri. The last day Dussehra is praised with pomp and show, the boisterous chime sounds alongside hefty incense smoke fill the tents, women spruce up in a conventional white sari with red fringes and play with red vermilion, desserts and contributions are distributed to the devotees. The customary fest of Eastern India advanced toward Rinku’s mom’s hometown, it invited a blend of neighborhood and interstate vacationers.
Rinku was currently having a great time tuning in to her mom’s youth stories and unexpectedly she recalled her companion had inquired as to whether she would join Garba at one of the clubs? Dandiya or Garba was at first celebrated in the Western territory of India and had taken presence in her city. It looked captivating, young ladies spruced up in long grandiose skirts with gleaming shirts and sparkling stoles, wore substantial make-up and adornments and young men would wear customary kurta pajama. Garba was some sort of meeting objective for young men and young ladies. They would move together on shooting tunes in an enormous corridor or open grounds clicking their sticks against one another. Rinku faltered yet obligingly inquired as to whether she could join her companions. Mother declined as the program was around evening time and young ladies weren’t permitted to remain outside so late. Rinku moaned and continued with the chapatis.