Burning of Holika… happened when Hiranyankashapu wanted to destroy his son Prahalada the old wives give it a simple good wins over evil hue. There are people who give it profound philosophical depth about burning the negatives within us, and going to the “morally superior” plane. To the sceptic in me it occurs, that okay we collect all the winter dry debris and burn it, garbage gone, dull and dried out… and welcome spring which is all about procreation and energy.

After recovering from 40% burns, through sheer willpower and grit, reference to three things I would like to burn seems like flagging a red cape before the bull. But maybe so, because the colour red exciting the bull is all bullshit..

Peas porridge hot, peas porridge cold, palak paneer in the pot nine days old… the young shop assistant looks at me aghast …I possibly could not confess that i left this cooker on a burning stove and went out to the market!!

Hey interesting isn’t it when stove burns it contains the fire; it uses fuel, gives out heat, that is another usage of the word burns. I definitely think twice something that consumes fuel and gives off heat… after all resources are not squandered. .

Burn is also combustion… like the engines of various vehicles, well would I want to do that I do not have the technical knowhow, and having dealt with my own personal spontaneous combustion I think I rather give it a skip,  think about this lingering bottled up anger… it never reveals the true colours of an individual then it slowly gets all mixed up, rotten, confused, and becomes, very volatile unstable and combustible then one small ignition and boom the explosion occurs totally foreign and different to the natural self… yes we definitely skip it.

When the stove burns it contains the fire, this helps to cook, to keep warm whatever, we are all born with the fire within us, do,  should we contain it like the stove or do we let it out free for all… containing it would mean experiencing discomfort like burning with jealousy, shame or whatever we choose to call the cinders, or we could burn with ambition, give it fuel, let the light and heat out and accelerate to action, so that the human doing will manifest as the powerful human being.

It’s okay  if the burn down as occurred like a burnt down houses, it’s not a burn sentence on an electric chair, one can rise from the ashes like the phoenix and fly to different vista’s at different altitudes.

The Kabala has a beautiful philosophy, which is each week comes with its own unique opportunities for transformation. When we do connect with the energy of the week then we transformed, we are empowered and the major shift occurs. Maybe the belief that transformation happens when we are ready for it has been burnt too deep into me, so I think this musing over three things which would burn… flags the connect. However the bottom line, things I would burn

  • The stove to cook the food that nourishes.
  • Incense that cleanses and takes the staleness away.
  • Body fat to make myself more aesthetic.

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Ritu Hemanta

xammi-- hemantaThe winter is coming.—the earth has turned the golden hue, as Kalidasa aptly calls her the Sharada vadu, she is the heralds the news that varsha the torrential rains is spent up, grishma the scorching heat is far behind, this is the time of Saraswati, the subtle, the gentle

“What good is the warmth of Summer, without the cold of winter to give its sweetness.” John Steinbeck

the clouds recede, to give way to warm gentle sun, the seasons of winter, that has sharad—hemant and wanes into sishir, is probably the most romantic of seasons.

It is the time to rejuvenate and heal, the time of hibernation.  Warm clothes ,hot  food, the earth tone in clothes, silks and woollens.

The Taittareya Brahmana has a graphic presentation of the shadritu, the year or samvatsara is a bird. Vasantha its head, grishma the left-wing sharad the right-wing, varsha its hail and hemanta the middle.

Tasya re Vasantha shirahah/Grishmo Dakshina pakshahah/

Sharad uttara-pakshhah/Varshap pucchyam/ Hemanto Madhyama. (TBrh:



Hemanta the coolest of the six seasons in the subcontinent is the winter proper or the closest that we can get to it. it brings snow and fog to the north and south finds restive temperatures below thirty. At least it did before our forests were killed.

Hemanta gives way to shishira the cool season, it rather difficult to differentiate one from the other. Shishira is later winter has abundance of snow,, the sun is weak, that it almost looks like the moon. The rice and sugarcane of sharad still fill the fields. The krauncha pakshi  ie the curlew begins to appear, few flowering plants do exist, the poets from Bhana – to Kalidasa to Keshavadasa and Meera now move from nature to the nocturnal intimacies and morning after.

Keshavadasa’s poetry Rasika priya talks of Krishna and Radha sharing a blanket to stay warm. Long nights seem to help lovers and their lovemaking.  The warmth of the human touch.

Gaja-pati-dvayasīr api haimantas tuhinayat sarita pṛṣatā pati |

Salila-satatim adhvaga-yoitām atanuta atanu-tāpa-kta dśām ||

The winter wind, lord of water drops, freezing even rivers deep as the mightiest of elephants is tall, produces a stream of hot, painful tears from the eyes of women whose husbands are away.

6.55 iśupālavadha – Māgha

 Travellers seem to bear the brunt of the less romantic aspects of the season, like chattering teeth, finding warmth in thread bare rags, at the mercy of the farmer and housewives who are not very sympathetic.

Interestingly the absence of flowers in this season does seem to disturb Valmiki, for in the Ramayana Lakshmana refers to the season as ishta—that is desired, or longed for, priya—that is dear to Rama. The descriptions of the mist in the dawn and veiled sun are found.

Avaśyāya-tamo-naddhā nīhāra-tamas’’ āvṛtāḥ |

Prasuptā iva lakṣyante vipuṣpā vana-rājayaḥ ||

The expanses of forest seem fast asleep, wrapped up in the darkness of hoarfrost, blanketed by the darkness of snow, with not a blossom open.

3.15.21 Ramayana, Vāmīki – translated by Sheldon Pollock

When I look at the Kangra paintings of Barahmaas, I wonder, if the snow loves the trees and fields, that it kisses them so gently? Maybe like the ratridevi draws a dark quilt to allow us rest and heal, hemanta draws a white quilt telling all living creatures, “Go to sleep till the summer comes again.” Heal in the warmth of another living creature.


This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda.

Like Edith Sitwell put it, “winter is the time for comfort, for good and warmth, for the touch of a friendly hand and for a talk beside the fire: it is the time for home.”


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