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The Retired Kite Runner…

Whenever i was asked to write an essay on my favorite festival in school, i would invariably write an essay on Utraan (also known as Uttarayan, Makar Sankranti or Pongal). It has been my most favorite festival since i remember, simply because of kites!!! The best thing about this festival is that, you can start flying kites days before the actual day and can keep flying after for days!!!

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Utraan with Friends – Image from here

From the favorite festival of mine, I remember…

-Coming back from school and picking up my pillu (ball of thread) and kite and rushing out to fly it with my friends.

-Me as a 1st grader running with the thread in my hand and my kite flying, following me, and i marveling at the magic, ecstatic with the fact that my kite actually flew!!!

-The langsiya and ghachrka duels with friends, and singing “aai ja paai jaa, langsiya/ghachrka ladai jaa”…

-Making a kite from newspaper after running out of my stock of kite after a month of Utran, and my futile attempts at flying it…

-Discussing in the school about who got how many cuts on the hands by the “paakki dori” (strong thread) and proudly wearing cuts like badges…

-The mushrooming of maanjawalas on the roads everywhere and visiting them to get the strongest thread.

-Brother and i accompanying Papa, he checking the dhaddho (the stick in the kite) and buying kites for us…

-The colourful kites, the Majestic Dhhaal, the flamboyant puchhdiyo, the designer Chandedar & Taaredar, the tinsy-winsy Phuddi….

-All the Chikkis – Til, Daaliya, Shing and my favorite Mamra, made by mom…

-All of us sitting together and tying kinna on the eve of Utran, listening to old hindi songs…

-Rushing to terrace even before eating anything and mom calling us to at least eat something and go…

-Reluctantly coming down in afternoon for a lunch of The Undhiyu-Puri, Jalebi, Kachori, Kadhi-bhaat, moli daal….

-Mom putting a chikki in my mouth as i flew kite…

-Mom’s refusal to hold anybody’s Firki after all of us bugging her to hold ours…

-Papa teaching us tricks to win the kite fight and my euphoria at cutting a kite…

-The joy of catching a passing cut kite in Bhaar Dori (Long thread)

-Shouting “Lapet Lapet” (Roll back – the thread) no matter whose kite was cut….

-Latest songs playing on every terrace…

-Flying a big white kite just before the sunset, so that we can tie Tukkals to it, and later admiring the beautiful sight that tukkals make….

Tukkal – Image from here

-The unwritten law that you do not cut kites flying out of your terrace….

-Agony over mom withholding permission to fly kites in my board exam year, and the joy that she finally relented for few hours….

-All friends gathering at one home (terrace) and flying kites, shouting, singing, doing bonfire in the evening and dancing…Oh and going out to eat after a long day on terrace…

-Papa worrying about potentially harmful threads on the road and insisting that i take the car if i wanted to go out…

-For the 1st time missing flying kite in the 1st year of my job as duty called and Sitting under a transmission line to watch for potential power tripping as part of the duty and dad coming there carrying my lunch…

-Attending an Action Plan meeting for ensuring continuous power supply to the city on Utraan…

-Flying kites with equally kite crazy hubby and we holding firki for each other (Sadly we had only 2 years of kite flying together)…

Yes i am the retired Kite runner. But mind you the retirement is temporary, i threaten to fly kite at the first chance i get!!!! Happy Uttarayan to all of you…

The Kite Runner – Image from here

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