Op-Ed: Musings on Utkal Dibasa

Yet another Utkal Dibasa is upon us. Like previous years, elaborate plans have been drawn up to celebrate the occasion. Most cities and town in Odisha are already wearing a festive look with colourful ‘Chinesse’ lights illuminating all government buildings and institutions. Social and cultural outfits too are organizing a host of events to mark […]

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Yet another Utkal Dibasa is upon us. Like previous years, elaborate plans have been drawn up to celebrate the occasion. Most cities and town in Odisha are already wearing a festive look with colourful ‘Chinesse’ lights illuminating all government buildings and institutions. Social and cultural outfits too are organizing a host of events to mark the occasion. Choirs are conducting last minute rehearsals to get their notes on ‘Bande Utkala Janani’ perfect. Politicians and other public personalities are giving finishing touches to their speeches extolling the contributions and sacrifices of the makers of the modern state of Odisha. Paeans are being readied to be sung to our glorious and ancient maritime traditions.

Given the festive mood all around, it is hard not to be overtaken by an outpouring of emotions for your beloved land, for your ancient language (that has duly got the ‘classical status’) and its enviable history of being a confluence of the purest and finest strands of religion and spiritualism manifest in the universalism of the Jagannath cult. But far from being elated, I feel a sense of emptiness within. Forgive me for being a spoilsport, but I find precious little to cheer about. Let me tell you why.