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Noren Hazarika sings his heart out standing in the bright green paddy, days before it will turn golden. The 70-year-old is accompanied by Jiten Hazarika, 82, on the dhul and Robin Hazarika, 60, on the taal. The three are marginal farmers in Balijan village of Titabar subdivision. They were once expert Bihuwas (Bihu artists) in their youth.“You can continue speaking, but the tales of rongali [spring festival] Bihu are endless!”

As the harvest season (November-December) approaches and the paddy turns to gold, local granaries will once again be abundant with bora, joha and aijung (varieties of local rice). The immense sense of fulfilment of the Chutia community with the harvest is heard in the Bihu naam (songs), passed on by generations here in Jorhat district of Assam. The Chutia are an indigenous tribe, largely agrarian and they reside mainly in upper Assam. The Assamese term thuk which means a bunch of areca, coconut and banana palms, is used to describe abundance. The phrases in the songs, ‘moromor thuk’ and ‘morom’ mean love – an outcrop of love. For the agrarian community, this abundance of love is also very valuable, and the musicians voices rise above the fields.“Forgive me if my singing falters”They are keen that younger people also pick up this musical tradition and it does not die. “O xunmoina,The sun is all set to continue its journey…”

‘And then I begin my naam...’

خوشحالی اور محبت سے لبریز بیہو گیت

'బిహు పాటను పాడతాను'

‘பிறகு எங்களின் பாடலைத் தொடங்கினோம்’

‘ਖੁਸ਼ਹਾਲੀ ਅਤੇ ਪਿਆਰ ਵਿੱਚ ਪਰੁਚੇ ਬਿਹੂ ਗੀਤ’

‘ତା’ପରେ ମୁଁ ଆରମ୍ଭ କରେ ମୋ ‘ନାମ’ [ଗୀତ]’

‘आणि 'नाम' सुरु होतं’

‘പിന്നെ  ഞാൻ എൻ്റെ പാട്ട് തുടങ്ങുന്നു’

'ಈಗ ನಾನು ನಾಮ್‌ [ಹಾಡು] ಆರಂಭಿಸುತ್ತೇನೆ'

समृद्धि और प्रेम में पगे बिहू गीत

‘અને પછી હું મારું નામ [ગીત] શરૂ કરું છું’

बिहू नाम (गीत) मं फूटत संतोस के भाव

‘आउर फेरु हम नाम (गीत) सुरु करिला’

‘এভাবেই নামগান শুরু করি’

‘প্ৰথমে বিহু নাম গাও’

Jorhat

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‘And then I begin my naam...’

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