Once upon a basant
It’s that time of the year again when the frosty blues and grays enveloping start to disappear and in their place awakens a plethora of colours, fresh and vibrant as if after a long hibernation. As if by magic, people’s spirits start to soar and life starts looking more – excuse the pun – ‘sunny’.
I loved everything about Basant when I was a kid. My khala used to have a huge Basant party on her roof top, family and friends would dress up in bright yellows. The ladies would be busy in the kitchen conjuring up some of the most delicious food for lunch. Everyone would have the yummy food on the rooftop, and then stay there – simply enjoying life. People would engage in friendly competition with the neighbours.
The skies were full of kites, laughter, music and shouts of ‘Boo-kata‘. Basant was the event that brought the whole community together, something that is very rare in today’s time. Basant was special because it was a festival for the rich, the middle class and the poor.
Some people however, decided to take the friendly competition a little too far.
They started making chemical dors (strings), which turned out to be lethal and claimed innocent lives. The kites started getting better, the string got thicker and more lives were lost from the fatal dor. This led to the ban of Basant in the year 2005.
I am totally against anything that would claim so many innocent lives, particularly victimizing the poor motorcyclists who were caught unaware by the kite strings. However, I wonder if lives could be saved without sacrificing a Pakistani tradition as old as our country itself.
I wish the courts had focused more on what turned an otherwise safe event into a dangerous life threatening one. Instead of taking the easy way out, maybe if we all had taken responsibility of what was happening, Basant would still be here. I believe a better solution would have been the regulation of kite sizes and string types, so that dangerous strings that could claim lives were not used.
Harsh fines and punishments should be linked with breaking these regulations, which can literally fall into the grounds of potential murder. Some people would raise their eyebrows that how can this possibly be implemented. However, I feel that if the legislature has so far quite successfully managed to keep a curfew of 10 pm at weddings, this is very possible too.
If the courts do their part to bring back the festival, then the citizens must do theirs too. Our media is playing a powerful role, and it can help spread awareness of the dangers of Basant, so that Pakistanis start to take a responsible approach towards their lives and that of their fellow citizens. Public awareness should be raised about how children can fall over rooftops, how chasing kites is not half as important as saving your life and how people should explain safety to their children before the festival.
Everyone who has seen the true spirit of Basant misses it to this day. I believe that instead of being overwhelmed by withdrawal symptoms, there is another safer and more rational way which can save lives and at the same time allow us to enjoy a much cherished festival. The verdict lies with the courts.
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