They say- evolution is inevitable in cultures and traditions. But sometimes, the new trends are not as charming and enjoyable as the old ones. Sometimes, the forgotten customs actually hold the true spirit and passion, which unfortunately, is abandoned along with them. Such an evolution may better be termed as regression.
Eid cards and Eid poetry are a culture totally forgotten. The eye-catching color schemes and captivating designs used to be the attraction of everyone local and stranger. There was a time when not only children but elders waited anxiously before the eid day for receiving cards from relatives and friends- checking the Post Box repeatedly and restlessly. It was a tool to rejoin hearts between quarreled families and friends. A way of expressing the joy and brilliance of the event. A way to stay put together and to say your heart out. A source of smile for everyone.
The markets used to be filled with hawkers and shopkeepers selling local and imported Eid cards, the grown ups used to get printed hundreds of cards and send them to their colleagues and acquaintances.
The cards reflected the notion that “despite all the anxieties and depressions, everything was alright enough to celebrate Eid with enthusiasm.”
Now, the tradition has almost become extinct.
Electronic-cards and straight way SMS wishes can never compete with the excitement, charm and charisma of the hand made and printed Eid cards filled with poetry tickling down your stomach. The originality is unmatchable.
A few couplets read from Eid Cards:
“sawayyiyan banai hain,
sab ney chakhi hai tum kiyun rotay ho,
tumharay liye bhi rakhi hain”
“23 Ramzan ko ham chatt par jaa bethey,
Agly roz parosi Eid manaa bethey”
“Khatt me likha tha Eid kab hogi, tareekh likh kar bhijwaaen,
Chonkay Jhagra tha, ham ne likh kar bhej dia, aap jab bhi aa jaen”
“Eid Eid karte ho Eid bhi aa jae gi,
Pehle poory rozay rakho, aqal thikaany aa jae gi”
“Eid aayi hai zamanay main
tu kiyun betha hai ghusal khanay main”
“Suno Alfaaz kam hen aur tamannaeyn hazaar
Mubarik hon meri jaanib se tumhen Eid ki khushyaan”
All that left now, is memories.. 🙂
A fire fly 