“Instead of turning unaided facing nature’s zeal, just give up and have the flavor, but while experiencing the excitement, try not to involve in the phony proposes given by maudlin dreams of the season as these assaults of the season are accustomed with time. Time never surrenders to the feathery rule of season. Seasons can influence a moment or a span, but when time comes, season also compelled to leave. They belong to no one. Not even to themselves. Season is a sweet dream of Nature. ”
These are the opening lines of Shyam Pethkar’s “Rutu Sparsha”; the outstanding anthology of fictional pieces subject to the mixture of various essences of nature, for this book shows Shyam Pethkar at his very best – a veritable paean of praise for the beauty and bounty of nature, unsullied by any worry or care.
It’s about all petals of bloom of nature. Not only the seasonal makeover of nature, but also its effects on perceptive human hearts have been revealed with excellence by the writer. “Rutu Sparsha “is a lifetime experience of an observant, sensitive, and accomplished writer which provides the same to the readers having living and feeling hearts inside their bodies. It forms an influence which makes you think regarding what you are trailing while struggling to gain the worldly triumphs.
Right from the origin of ancient civilization in India, we are strongly attached with nature. Our culture and customs came into existence regarding the Nature’s mood. With the progress of bits and pieces, regrettably we are forgetting that we are also the element of Nature. This work exposes melancholy of present Indian urban working youth, which is moved to the town from countryside only for their bread and butter and strongly miss the natural gloom under which they developed. The town life is unable to idolize various figures of nature and this made them homesick. But, this is not only about the nostalgia of town life. It’s a worth praising expression of nature’s magnificence and mastery over human conducts and culture. It confirms the spiritual association of nature to human sensitivity. That’s what our Vedas and Upanishads do.
"The excellence of every art is its intensity, capable of making all disagreeable evaporate from their being in close relationship with Beauty and Truth." This is John Keats’s quote and ideal for the fineness of “Rutu Sparsha.” While experiencing this piece of literature, we realize ourselves as an inseparable part of nature and this feeling bound us to believe that this world belongs to me. This book lifts us right from the countryside to the “Citizenship of World.” We conclude while confessing nature’s supremacy over us and bow in front of Almighty Nature.
The foam frilled waves,
The deep dark caves,
The success smiles
and
Failure weeps
The music of dawn
The evening song
The huge sky
kissing,
Mountain tips.
The joy of love
The cry of
death
The strong atheism
And super-strong faith
Every
satisfaction and every pain
Every fragment of every grain
Every drop of
falling rain and
Every word from poetic brain
All belong to
you.
My heart, My mind,
My life
My soul… Too
“Rutu Sparsha” is a Perpetual Literature.
-Chaitanya S Deshpande
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