DOLYATRA -- Death of a tradition
Dol-Durgotsav – this conjoined word is often used in Bengali
language to denote big extravagant festivals . But things have
changed so much in the last hundred years , that it's hardly discernible today , that Dol , the spring festival of
colours was as big an event in Bengal as Durgotsav of modern times !
Bengal have been the homeland of tantra since the Buddhist Pala
empire . So no wonder the annual festival of Durga is a big event . But after
the advent of Chaitanya Mahaprabhu , there came a surge of vaishnavism in
Bengal . Dol yatra , the swing and colour festival of Radha and Krishna kicks
off from this point in history . Old texts narrate how the 'earth went red with
blood from sacrifice during Durga puja and colours during Dol' . Tales resound of how the
Dalhousie square tank used to turn red with colours , to be used for playing
holi at the Savarna Roy Chowdhury’s family festival , giving the waterbody its
name – Laal Dighee .
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Shyam Raay of Shantipur during Dolyatra |
It was the tradition of Bengali households to begin the day
by taking a bath and offering colours at the feet of family gods and then to
the elders . Only then one can go out and play colours with friends . Water base
colours and sprinkler brass pichhkaaris were reserved for the morning and dry
aabir powders were played out once again in the evening . Month before Dol
arrived , local youngsters used to collect dry coconut leaves , fallen tree
branches and similar stuff and horde them for burning the night before . “Aaj aamaader
nyaaraa poraa , kaal aamaader dol . Purnimaa-te chaand utheche , bawlow horibol”
--- shouts of jubilation went up and filled the skies .
Numerous temples
dedicated to Radha Krishna used to mount their deities on swings . This used to
be followed by lavish feasts and play of colours . The colonial zamindars
wanted to recreate a slice of Vrindavan in the soil of Bengal . Siddhi was customary
on the day of Holi , and so was sugar candies called ‘mutt’ and ‘phutkoraai’ .
Dol yatra was also an occasion for the riche to indulge in courtesan dances ,
nautches , kobi-gaan , yatra theatre and similar entertainments . Festivities
often went on for a week .
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'Mutt' candy |
Then with the rise of Brahmo movement under the aegis of
Tagore family , a more sophisticated ‘vasantosav’ was cloned out of the mother
dolyatra . It is possible that the unrestrained madness of traditional Holi was
not in sync with the European influenced western sensibilities of Tagore family
. Brahmo samaj’s vasantotsav found a colourful expression in the festival of
Shantiniketan . It was quick to catch
the imagination of modern Bengalis and soon more and more people flocked to this
new reformed way of celebrating dol . It was aesthetic , non coercive ,
organised , orderly and intellectually satisfying . But where did the sheer life
force of Dol disappear ?!
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Vasantotsav at Jorasaanko Tagore house |
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Vasantotsav at Jorasaanko Tagore house |
But barely a century or so back , dolyatra was as great a festival as durgotsava !
The old centers of Dolyatra still stand , the Radha Krishna deities are still
mounted on swing , placed on their dilapidated and neglected dol-manchas and given their special
worship . But the fanfare and colours just seemed to have vanished . Tales of
pools of colours , sandalwood mixed aabir, rose water and brass pichkaaris are
now fairtytale stories . Week long festivities , kirtan gaan , aabir khela in
evenings are extinct . ‘Nera pora’ is dying with each passing year . ‘Mutt’
sugar candies are hated for their ‘too much’ sweetness .
Yes , we do play colours even now , but can this festival be
called Dolyatra ? Dola means swing and dolyatra means the festival of swinging . Its the day when the deities were swung gently in welcome of spring . The 'Radha gobindo's , 'Shyamraai's and 'Nandadulal's of yesteryears , once so lovingly installed by our forefathers , now lay forgotten neglected in their aging temple . No swings are mounted , no songs are sung .The last strains of sweet kirtan songs have long dissipated in the abyss called time . Where did the grand old carnival of spring disappear ?!!
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dolmancha of Gopinath , Dasghara Hooghly |
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