The chaste bond of love between a brother and a sister is one of the deepest and noblest of human emotions. 'Raksha Bandhan' or 'Rakhi' is a special occasion to celebrate this emotional bonding by tying a holy thread around the wrist. This thread, which pulsates with sisterly love and sublime sentiments, is rightly called the ‘Rakhi’. It means 'a bond of protection', and Raksha Bandhan signifies that the strong must protect the weak from all that’s evil.

The ritual is observed on the full moon day of the Hindu month of Shravan, on which sisters tie the sacred Rakhi string on their brothers' right wrists, and pray for their long life. Rakhis are ideally made of silk with gold and silver threads, beautifully crafted embroidered sequins, and studded with semi precious stones.

The Social Binding:
This ritual not only strengthens the bond of love between brothers and sisters, but also transcends the confines of the family. When a Rakhi is tied on the wrists of close friends and neighbors, it underscores the need for a harmonious social life, where every individual co-exist peacefully as brothers and sisters. All members of the community commit to protect each other and the society in such congregational Rakhi Utsavs, popularized by the Nobel laureate Bengali poet Rabindranath Tagore.

The Friendly Knot:
It won’t be wrong to say the fashionable friendship band in vogue today is an extension of the Rakhi custom. When a girl feels a friend of the opposite sex has developed a kind of love too strong for her to reciprocate, she sends the guy a Rakhi and turns the relationship into a sisterly one. This is one way of saying, "let’s just be friends", without hurting the other person's soft feelings for her.

The Auspicious Full Moon:
In Northern India, Rakhi Purnima is also called Kajri Purnima or Kajri Navami, when wheat or barley is sown, and goddess Bhagwati is worshipped. In Western states, the festival is called Nariyal Purnima or the Coconut Full Moon. In Southern India, Shravan Purnima is an important religious occasion, especially for the Brahmins.

Raksha Bandhan is known by various names: Vish Tarak - the destroyer of venom, Punya Pradayak - the bestower of boons, and Pap Nashak - the destroyer of sins.

Rakhi in History:

The strong bond represented by Rakhi has resulted in innumerable political ties among kingdoms and princely states. The pages of Indian history testify that the Rajput and Maratha queens have sent Rakhis even to Mughal kings who, despite their differences, have assuaged their Rakhi-sisters by offering help and protection at critical moments and honoured the fraternal bond. Even matrimonial alliances have been established between kingdoms through the exchange of Rakhis.

History has it that the great Hindu King Porus refrained from striking Alexander, the Great because the latter’s wife had approached this mighty adversary and tied a Rakhi on his hand, prior to the battle, urging him not to hurt her husband.

Why Rakhi?
Rituals like Rakhi, there is no doubt, help ease out various societal strains, induce fellow-feeling, open up channels of expression, give us an opportunity to rework on our role as human beings and, most importantly, bring joy in our mundane lives.

“May all be happy
May all be free from ills
May all behold only the good
May none be in distress.”

This has always been the idea of an ideal Hindu society.

There are many legends associated with the festival of Rakhi. Different heroes in Indian mythology and history with whom Raksha Bandhan is associated are:

Indra: According to legend Indra found himself being defeated by the demon king or Daitya Raja. On the advice of his Guru Brihaspati, his consort tied a Raksha on Indra's wrist and this helped him achieve victory against the demon king.

Yudhishtra: The eldest of the Pandavas is believed to have asked Krishna, how to protect himself, before the epic battle of the Mahabharata. Lord Krishna instructed him that he would be protected by the beneficial power of the rakhi.

Alexander: When Alexander invaded the Indian subcontinent in 326 B.C. he had to fight many battles against the rulers of kingdoms in the north West. Alexander's wife is believed to have tied a rakhi to the king Puru or Porus. In return he is believed to have promised to protect her and her husband. In battle when he had the opportunity to strike Alexander, his promise is believed to have restrained him from delivering a fatal blow.

Humayun: During Mughal times the custom of tying Rakhis helped bind the Hindu Rajputs and the Mughal rulers of Delhi together. According to legend, when Bahadur Shah of Gujarat attacked Rani Karnavati of Chittor, she sent a rakhi to Humayun and requested him to help. He tried to come to her aid but was too late, Chittor had already fallen and the Rani had immolated herself in the Rajput custom of Jauhar.

In present day times women have used the tradition of Raksha Bandhan as a way of deflecting unwanted attention and some women politicians have maintained political relationships with other leaders, by tying rakhis on them. The different ways, in which the custom of Rakhi is followed today, shows the continued relevance of Raksha Bandhan in today's world.



Well! the above matter is compiled from somewhere to tell my friends at TIG about this unique Indian festival. Today is Rakshabandhan. I don't have a sister so do know the pain of not having one. Although there are some girls in the neighborhood who tie me a Rakhi. This is the only respite. Now I am away from home and nobody here to tie a Rakhi. I was told that one of those sisters have sent the Rakhi through courier. I am eagerly waiting for it to reach me.

Ask what is the most beautiful thing in this world. My answer would be : 'A woman'.

Well! this is no reason for anybody to think that I am licentious or immoral in any way. Even at 25 I have not found a girl friend. Forget about an intimate relationship, I've never had even a close friendship with girls. The only two women in my life are my grandmother and my mother. I don't have a sister. And everybody else is like anybody else : as far as a distant star.
At the onset of my youth, I found myself in a college where there were only 2-3 inattractive girls in a herd of 500 boys. Then my first job at Mumbai was a 12 hr duty. I found hardly any girls on my way to office early in the morning, although I travelled more than 70 kms a day. I had to push myself into a local train meant only for men. So I preferred to have a nap during that journey. The most familiar face in the office was that of the monitor of my computer. By the time I returned home , it used to be 11 o'clock. You don't find good girls in the street at night.
Then at the next job at Vizag too, the conditions were not so favorable.
Now I am again at Mumbai, the things are improving, but that zest and zeal, that attraction seeems to have vanished. I feel like an 85 year old man in search of salvation from the cycle of birth and death (as they say in spiritualism). I feel like going to the Himalayas and doing penance. But I don't go because I knoe that it would serve no purpose. I feel like something fundamental has changed within me. A phenomenon that is irreparable and irrevokable. Somewhere I am growing beyond a person, beyond an individual, into something that is much more than that. I am not surprised with it, but I didn't expect it so early. So such is the story. Some say that life without a woman is miserable, while some say that a woman brings misery to life.
But I feel that a woman is the best creation of God. I just wonder how he could resist a woman when he created her. If I were in his place, I would have kept the woman for myself and would ahve made all the men gays. Such is the beauty of her. When the testosterone is at its boiling point, the fingers automatically type some address of some pornographic site. That is a part of the beauty of a woman. But that's not everything.
I don't always dare to look into the eyes of women. But when I recall some eyes that I have peeped into, I can recollect the things that poets have described. In that brief interaction, I don't have the time to look below the eyes. I dive into the eyes and come back, not to look at her again. But the woman feels that I didn't see her, so she doesn't care. That's the only interaction that I have with women and the things remain where they are. Actually I may have the daring to face an entire battalion of the enemy single-handedly, but I can't dare to go and talk to a woman who is stranger. I am such a strange man. Not afraid that a woman would be annoyed or would become violent but doubtful of :'Is she the one?'. So it seems for years to come, it would be status quo.