The consort of creator, the veracious incarnation of knowledge itself materialized on this very day. Saraswati, fittingly associated with education, writing, and speech, was born out of Brahma as the divine providence to fill the world with conception and configuration.
Basant Panchami, which marks the end of the drab months of winter, and the colorful days of spring, is celebrated with great gaiety all over India. The commemoration of the onset of spring is not merely a yearly event. It marks the onset of a myriad culmination of nature’s efforts to renew its beauty. Nature gradually unveils its vivid colors and relinquishes the dusty sheets of gray days gone by.
Many Indians celebrate it by serving saffron along with yellow rice in reverence to the goddess, who is believed to patronize the colour yellow. Mustard fields radiate with a certain animosity to the Sun, overshadowing it’s gleam. People all around the country hold functions and public ceremonies to celebrate Her birth.
Children are encouraged by emboldened by their mothers to write their first words, befitting goddess Saraswati’s stature. A divine rendition of Her totality is observed everywhere. Had it not been for Her, I would have been able to write this! The festival bears a notable significance in all major religious tenets and is practiced annually in Sikhism, Buddhism and even extends it’s influence over Sufism.
Happy Basant Panchami!