Showing posts with label joy. Show all posts
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Saturday, October 29, 2011

TARNETAR - A Get Together Of Colors, Energy And Joy

The tarnetar is a fair and festivity event that takes place at the Trinetreshwar temple in a small hamlet called tarnetar. It is situated in the south of Gujarat some 25 kms from Rajkot.
Photo courtesy - Satyam Dave


 The people from all over the saurashra region throng the fair wearing the best emroiderd colourfull clothes and the traditional jewelery. It is a festival of revelry. The place where this fair is celebrated is said to be the place where Draupadi choose Arjuna as her Husband after he won the matsyabhedam competition in her swayamwar.
Photo courtesy - Satyam Dave
Photo courtesy - Satyam Dave
Photo courtesy - Satyam Dav
The colorful and decorated chatris (umbrellas) signify a bachelor. The fair is also a place where the tribal youths look for suitable brides for themselves. 
Photo courtesy - Satyam Dave
Photo courtesy - Satyam Dave
Photo courtesy - Satyam Dave
Photo courtesy - Satyam Dave

Photo courtesy - Satyam Dave
Photo courtesy - Satyam Dave
The mela is full of mesmerizing colors, folk art, music, happy faces and fun. Visitors from far off places and even foreigners come over to visit and enjoy the revelry.

Sunday, October 16, 2011

I wandered lonely as a cloud

I love to read more of stories and fiction rather than reading philosophy or poems!! But this poem by William words worth is an absolute delight and literally fills my heart with joy each time I read it!!


Daffodils

I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced, but they
Out-did the sparkling leaves in glee;
A poet could not be but gay,
In such a jocund company!
I gazed—and gazed—but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.

By William Wordsworth