This is a discussion on A Picnic Party within the English Literature forums, part of the Urdu Poetry category; A picnic can be defined as "an excursion for joy and recreation". In this hurly-burly world of tumult and ...
A picnic can be defined as "an excursion for joy and recreation". In this hurly-burly world of tumult and turmoil, people become dull in soul and drab in spirit. Round the clock they are engrossed in materialistic pursuits. They feed their big bellies but do nothing for their vexed souls. They have confined themselves to the small stinging nooks of the houses or the offices. They toil from dawn to dusk to make loads of money. Life has become flat, boring and monotonous for them. They spare no time to enjoy a fresh nutritious breath. They have no time to spend in the company of balmy nature. They do not bother to enlighten their souls and illumine their brains. They have become almost unresponsive, insensitive and apathetic about beauty, grace and glamour. They have lost their taste for aestheticism. They find nature to be dull in soul and drab in colour. In such a grim situation, an excursion proves to be an amazing antidote to counter the venomous effects of tedium and ennui.
I, like men of today, live a busy hectic life but I do spare some time for the enlightenment of my soul. Here follows how I enjoyed my last picnic. A few days ago, my friends and I chalked out a programme to spend the coming Sunday on the bank of the Indus. The idea to enjoy ripe pulpy mangoes on a cool shady bank of the river fascinated us so much that we finalized the programme in a trice. The anxiously awaited Sunday brought feverish activity with it. As we were to proceed early, every one was enthusiastically eager to be in time. All the preparations were made within no time and we all started off on our bikes. The sky overcast with silvery clouds. Cool breeze was fanning our faces. We were no less happy than Wordsworth when he entered the enchanted valley of Racedown. I started singing his beautiful verses:
"Oh there is blessing in this gentle breeze
That blows from the green fields and from the clouds
And from the sky: it beats against my cheek,
And seems half-conscious of the joy it gives"
It was a pleasant ride. All were much excited and delighted. In half an hour we reached our destination.
We placed our things under a huge shady tree. Within no time, we put on the life jackets and jumped into the river. It was a pure joy to swim in the cool water of the river. The light drizzle from the silvery clouds, the cool breeze, the fragrance of the blooming flowers on the bank of the river, the slow moving boats of the fishermen along the downstream had a magical effect on us. We spent long time in the river. When we got exhausted, we came out of the river and pounce upon the ripe mangoes. We ate mangoes with great relish. One of us began singing. We started playing cards and chess. One of our friends told us many jokes which made us laugh. As we were tired, we lay down to take a rest. After sometime when we gathered strength, we rushed towards the water again to have another dip. We started the competition of diving, swimming and rowing. It was the marvelous adventure. Soon we all felt hungry again. We came out of the water and began to enjoy a delicious dinner. We ate our fill. After that we turned on the music player. Then we started singing songs. Everyone sang a song of his own choice. We played cards and chess for sometime. When we were tired, we again lay down to take a rest. As we all were absolutely exhausted. We drifted off to sleep. Suddenly there was a great crash of thunder. All woke up. Lightning was flashing in the sky. We began to wrap our luggage. Suddenly it began to rain cats and dogs. The thick sheet of heavy rain had obscured the whole view. We rode home in the pouring rain of summer. This was really a wonderful day to be cherished in our memory and recounted with pride.
“Though nothing can bring back the hour
Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower”.