Last week was Janmashtami. The birth of Lord Krishna. Krishna, the adorable imp of legend; the heartthrob of Brindavan. Krishna who grew to be the shrewd advisor to the Pandavas. The one to whom the wisdom of the Gita is attributed.
This time of the year, in the Indian calendar, is that of plenty, of celebration, of revelry. The harvest has been brought in, the long winter months loom ahead. The normally hard up farming community now has a little money to spare from the sale of their bounty. And so the festive season begins.
In a primarily agricultural society, festivals and celebrations were a time of gathering. A time to rejoice and renew after an arduous year. A time of social interactions, of match making. A time when villages came together and communities
Times have changed since. But traditions still continue. And the ones that celebrate life and love and happiness, deserve to be fostered and passed on to the next generation.
Janmashtami hails the apparent movement of the sun towards the Southern Hemisphere. And the advent of festivals that celebrate life and happiness.