Essay on Kite Festival

Kite-flying is one of the most popular sports in India.Also called Makarsankranti or Uttarayan.In China and Japan, Too, people enjoy flying kites.Now, its being celebrated through the world.These kites are generally made of thin paper and bamboo strips.Plastic Kites are also used.They are very attractive.

                                                  
The great kite-flying day in our part of the country is January 14.Early in the morning of that day, we find boys and girls , and often grown-up men and women , busy flying kites.They have big reels of string spinning in their hands as the many coloured,parti-coloured squares of paper and plastic bob up and soar up in the deep blue sky.The string has been treated with glass-powder paste. If a finger comes in its way , it would be cut badly.
                                                             
Yards,compounds,parks,beaches,street-corners,huse-tops and roofs are all crowded with eager, excited, jumping, bounding, yelling, bawling kite-fliers. The sky is thick with countless kites. The blue " floor of heaven is thick inlaid with " bits of colour. It affords a gorgeous and a glorious sight.


The sport is not without its competitive, combative element. There are kite- cutting matches. A kite swoops down upon another.There is a wild uproar of delight. The two kites get entangled with each other. The strings start sawing each other. There is a lot of trickery and skilful tussle. Then suddenly one of the kites separates and is sent bobbing away. It is cut! Deafening shrieks of joy fill the air. Boys rush and leap and dance with poles in their hands to loot the string and the fallen kite. How they let themselves go! So engrossed are these boys in the great game of chasing and snatching that they care not for their lives and limbs. And sometimes there are unfortunate accidents.
                                                         
The fun goes on throughout the day. It is wonderful fun.The fast and furious fun of the day ends. That of the night begins. Now coloured paper lanterns shoot up the kite-strings. Their upward motion and their silent splendour thrill the heart.

6 comments:

Anonymous said...

It's really a game of fun filled with tremendous enthusiasm.

Anonymous said...

i play this game in this game i very enjoy

Anonymous said...

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Anonymous said...

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