Tuesday, January 18, 2011

Lullabies and Stories.


           There is a garden in every childhood, an enchanted place where colors are brighter,                    the air softer, and the morning more fragrant than ever again.  ~         Elizabeth Lawrence   
         Lullabies are often sung by parents or grandparents or the care takers to the children to calm them, to make them sleep or simply spending time with them.Music helps us with memory with interpreting emotion,language and may makes us effective communicators.

            When my daughter was a newborn, I dont know what kind of activities to do with her. Some how I remember  my mother sung bedtime songs or lullabies to her .One by one she will sing it for hours. The soothing lyrics of the songs,her calming voice made my daughter to sleep,or calm down. somehow I remember my childhood stories of odia folk tales, stories of the epic "Ramayan" or the "Mahabharat". I learnt some songs from my mother and later on my daughter started enjoying it, and soon it became a bedtime ritual for her.  We all have some or few treasure moments of our childhood to cherish. When we go down the memory lane and think about the moments and time, about our childhood, it gives us immense happiness.
                   I will like to pen down few lines of one lullaby, I have heard from my mother.

             "Atika doati dhoi thoili, Nigidi padila ghia,
               tubai lo...
              Ama bapa nkara bahuta jhia,Dada nku gotia dia
               tubai lo...
              Dada nahi nahi kale,
                tubai lo..
               Khudi nka manare kapat thila,Daria ku peli dele,
                 tubai lo..
              Daria pani ta huku huku,Kie neigala jai phula ku,
              Tala mala raija ku… 
                  tubai lo...
              Tala maluani pani kangaluni, Hasta re kholanti chua,
                 tubai lo… 
               kana mala dei hengula diaan, Neigale jhankadia
               Jhankada pokhari kau
               tubai lo….
               ame dui bhauni puchi khelutilu, Jhuri maruthile bohu.
               tubai lo…..
              Gobar gadia poka, tubai lo…
              Ame dui bhauni puchi kheluthilu, jhuri maruthile loka.
               tubai lo..
              Tota charipata buli aasili,Amba nahi amba chana
              bhainka gharaku anei deli , padichhi phula bichhana.
              tubai lo…
              Phula bichhanara jari, tubai lo..
              kaha sange bhai karichha kali , srimukha jauchhi jali
               Nai separi ku anei deli,Kumbhir galuchhi matti
               tubai lo..
              Kumbhir nuhe se amari bhai,Bhanguchhanti danta kathi."
             Bangi dhana kie kuti neichhi, batare padichhi chashu
             tubai lo….
             gaan bohu mane hulahuli dia, mo dhana bedire basu..
                               And it goes on and on. I remembered times listening to stories told by my mother,one of my uncle(who used to visit us after his daily shift of work), and one of my friend. During my upper primary years of school, daily we walked to school , and it took us some 30 minute on our feet to reach the school.  Near to my house lived a girl "pratima". Pratima was a very good story teller .She knew many stories about the kings and queens. On the way to school  she told me many stories. And with that story our time flies and we reached our school . I remember one story my father told us years back. It was about a soldier and 3 witches. How the soldier fought with the witches , acquired all the wealth and married the princess with the help of a"tinder box".
                                Stories are a way to keep children's occupied. During my high school days , my mother kept a big brass plate or "thali" to feed us all together , before we are off to the school. She will bring  the rice, dal, sabji in that big plate for  us, and start telling a story from "Mahabharat" or "Ramayan". We were so much engrossed in that story that hardly we noticed what we are eating and how we are eating. She will accomplish her job without much effort and soon our stomach s are filled too. There goes some old song I heard from my mother.

 "Asa re asa para jodika,
  Ama pindha re basa,
Khaibaku debi tumaku, Nadia ra rasa,
Pibaku debi tumaku, Mahanadi ra pani,
Soibaku debi tumaku, Ratna khata ani."

"Bai chadhei re bai chadhei, To maa jaichhi gai charei,
Gai ru aaniba pachila bela,  Taku khai tote kariba gela,
Bai chadhei re bai chadhei, To maa jaichhi daria pari,
Daria pari re suna naara, Maa mora patarani tahara.
Bada hele jiba daria deiin,Sanga hoi maa sathire muhin.
To pua mo jhia kariba baha, Bai chadheire kheiliba aa.

        I remember some of the songs from "Manabodha Chautisha". I love the way it starts wit the Odia alphabets "KA" "KHA"  etc .

"Kamal lochana srihari, Karena sankha chakradhari
Khaga asane khagapati, Khatanti laxmi saraswati.

Specially I love it when I listen my mother doing puja and reciting all the mantaras.

Miss you Maa, Miss my home.




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