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Akanksha Prafulla Pandey. During our school time, there were holidays of about a month once or twice from Navratri, Dussehra to Diwali.. immediately reached the village.. Our village, despite being located very close to the capital Raipur, has preserved its old cultures from urbanization. To a large extent, the traditions are still in their original form… Ram-Leela is staged every year in the same traditions.. Remembering the live staging, I feel as if, at this very moment, I am in the same time period.
Today is Pratipada, Papa has been engaged in worship and Saptashati recitation since morning.. The festival is in full swing.. We children are completely concentrating on Ram-Leela starting in the evening..
Evening has come.. A small stage has been made in the middle of the village.. Light of yellow bulbs, but there is also arrangement of Petromax.. (There was no much electricity in the village in those days) Baja, Peti Tabla wala. Ready.. hello hello mic testing… and –
Aarti of Shri Ramayan ji..
Kirati Kalit Lalit Si P Ki…
Aarti was over, the tabla-manjire players sat down one more time… one main singer and two companions… the remaining acting artists… men in women’s costumes too..
�All household work was completed quickly, the entire village had gathered to see Ram-Leela.. Large carpets were laid separately on both sides for men and women. , Still, people know that they will fall short.. They brought empty sacks and mats from their homes to sit on.. Peanuts, peas, Revadi are packed in bags.. Torches and water too.. Complete arrangements to sit for three-four hours. .. “These troupes also sing Jas (Devi Mahima folk song) after the Leela at night these days”… Desire to stay till late in the night..
There are no uncles and aunts in the village.. there are uncles, aunts, aunts, babysitters, brothers, fathers.. they feel alien even in taking their names correctly, Ramesh uncle likes to be called “Ramesh uncle”, and Sonmati grandmother “Sona Dai” (in future I will call her by affectionately spoiled names only) .. We children had special love from everyone in the village.. Our father was a medical superintendent officer, father was an educationist and uncle was an administrative officer… surname. Had earned a lot of respect in accordance with the same.. Due to the continuous welfare activities of the village people, there was immense love and respect in the village.. Then we are their children,.. have come from the city.. all these by making small rhymes. For us too, there would have been a chair near Baba and Uncle.. but our mind is stuck in the sack spread below.. that Kunti Aunty’s daughter is sitting.. she is Sona Dai’s granddaughter.. how much fun they will have when Leela At that time, the boys would come wearing sarees.. Ramesh uncle has worn such a thick fake moustache.. and how can it be seen looking at Sukhru.. they would whisper into each other’s ears and giggle..
The leela started… Colorful costumes… Crowns made by pasting colored paper on cardboard… Thick garlands with cardboard betel-shaped lockets… Sword decorated with shiny foil… Everyone is sitting with folded hands… Raja Dasarat Have been blessed with a son after a long time…congratulations…congratulations…the king has become a horse, he is making the prince ride…wow wow…
“Listen Rupa Didi, I could not go yesterday, what happened in the Leela… Hey Prince, he has gone to Gurukul… What can I tell you, the poor queen people were so sad… especially Kaikai due to the departure of Ramji… Hey you. Didi, I don’t know what this Kaikeyi will do to her in the future.. We know everything Gayatri, but right now the poor girl was sad.. Okay, let’s go early today, it is the third day of Leela.. Today there will be a wedding procession for all the four brothers.. I If I say, Ajoddha ji will be relieved..” Throughout the next day, we talked about yesterday’s leela..
The marriage procession also left, reached Mithila too… Mithila is so beautifully decorated… Queen Sita is so beautiful… all the dishes are so well prepared… went for one daughter-in-law, came back with four… this is what is called a wedding in a king’s house. … Everyone is happy.. Good all around.. Wow.. Wow.. Wow!!!! Tomorrow Ramji will become the king.. The stage is to be staged tomorrow, I have seen, heard and read the entire story many times.. still. There is confusion in the mind…in the kirtan tonight, as if praying for your son…O Mother Queen, make our Ram ji the king, give wisdom to Kaikeyi…
Today the coronation was announced.. Kaikeyi adamant.. Manthara successful.. Raja behal.. Sugbug in the audience gallery.. Hey wicked Manthara.. don’t do this.. this is called making a hole in the plate.. Kaikeyi then think, What am I doing… but everything is useless… Ram should be sent to exile… what?? Hare-Hare, you just got married.. how will you live in the jungle.. come Lakhan bhaiya also.. don’t ask about the condition of your mother and sister.. Ram-Ram.. what kind of day Kaikai is showing for her own family. To…
Ram-Lakhan-Janaki leave… don’t go brother… Ajoddha will be left alone… the audience is stunned… deep silence… sobs are echoing… King Dasarat lost his life…
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